ghetto expell

My niggas wake up to this sad
sad thing
beat your heads and scream
cos the stone’s gone from the ring
punk ass playa is taking off
ditch the shit that’s smooth
he’s rolling in the rough
and all the punk mofos
that be talking tough
they will know the pain
when ive had enough
so leave them goods be on the rack
cos its all mine when im coming back

the homies and the babes can cry
growing in their cribs
all mine for the party time
ghetto flowers in the bloom of sun
our time begins when time’s had its run
but chuck my rags
junk my toys if you may
badass niggas
taking his game from here
theres shit washed down with the wine
some fellas are goners but they will be fine

so Jesus H. Christ this is the end
the nigga that held the pen has to fend for himself
then who puts new shit on the page
when ninja fighters at it again earning his bread
soft motherfuckers will catch their balls in rome
they clutch at straws but you know a nigga
when hes far from home
yes imma saying bye to these birds and bees
Ive gone down here and on my knees
So yes all the ladies line up to kiss these cheeks
Im waiting on your lips to be tipped
And my brothers come round with your arms of steel
I hate to go, want to love, can’t be shy to feel