Dead prez ft. Maintain - “The Pistol”
[Produced by Lord Jamar]
[Mixed by Christos Tsantilis]
[Recorded by Christos Tsantilis]
[Intro: [?]]
Yeah, for real. Long time, poor people have suffered. And check this: long time, we fighting. Even pull out gun for the food, see?
[Hook 1: stic.man]
We ain't trying to hear shit but what? (Cash money)
The whole world operating off of (Cash money)
To all my niggas with a whole lot of (Cash money)
Watch your back, money
[Verse 1: stic.man]
You couldn't never
Understand how my mind tick. I'm on some old school
Crime shit, where niggas hold tools to keep their dimes lit
Ain't no rules with these iron shots of stone, dun
This heat burn through your flesh, straight to the bones
I’ll reach for the Buddha cess and zone. I’ll probably have
A future of stress, stay depressed, and be alone
But, as far as the present time, it’s on. I’ll represent
Mines ‘til I return to the essence and I'm dead and gone
Nobody want to be broke and you neither
Put me on the corner, watch me catch a quick case of cream fever
If you be popping shit, my niggas won't believe ya
Probably punch you in the face and take your wallet when we see ya
But son, it gets deeper. I'm running with a clique that's being
Hunted by the grim reaper. To all my peoples
In the man keeper, let your situation be a teacher
Ain't nothing like a education. When I was locked down
I learned about patience and dedication
And not to say shit unless you need a motherfucking face lift
And, as a youth, I was a outcast, running ‘round
With pellet guns, playing War, but now it's all about cash
[Produced by Lord Jamar]
[Mixed by Christos Tsantilis]
[Recorded by Christos Tsantilis]
[Intro: [?]]
Yeah, for real. Long time, poor people have suffered. And check this: long time, we fighting. Even pull out gun for the food, see?
[Hook 1: stic.man]
We ain't trying to hear shit but what? (Cash money)
The whole world operating off of (Cash money)
To all my niggas with a whole lot of (Cash money)
Watch your back, money
[Verse 1: stic.man]
You couldn't never
Understand how my mind tick. I'm on some old school
Crime shit, where niggas hold tools to keep their dimes lit
Ain't no rules with these iron shots of stone, dun
This heat burn through your flesh, straight to the bones
I’ll reach for the Buddha cess and zone. I’ll probably have
A future of stress, stay depressed, and be alone
But, as far as the present time, it’s on. I’ll represent
Mines ‘til I return to the essence and I'm dead and gone
Nobody want to be broke and you neither
Put me on the corner, watch me catch a quick case of cream fever
If you be popping shit, my niggas won't believe ya
Probably punch you in the face and take your wallet when we see ya
But son, it gets deeper. I'm running with a clique that's being
Hunted by the grim reaper. To all my peoples
In the man keeper, let your situation be a teacher
Ain't nothing like a education. When I was locked down
I learned about patience and dedication
And not to say shit unless you need a motherfucking face lift
And, as a youth, I was a outcast, running ‘round
With pellet guns, playing War, but now it's all about cash
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