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apache - do fa self lyrics

[35 seconds of instrumental and “cl-ssroom” to open]

“today, we have apache; he’s going to speak to us
about what happens, after school.”

[apache]
yo yo what the f-ck is up, i’m not here to preach or teach
or bore yo’ little -sses with a 30 minute speech
life’s a b-tch, ten minutes ’til be in court
so i’ll get to the point, cut the bullsh-t short
came up in the school of hard knocks, f-ck the cops
in the back a lot, we graduated from sellin rocks
got into scramblin and gambling’s my sh-t
my spot got hot so i stopped packed up and quit
i know you can’t tell, but momma raised me well
she taught, i fought, to escape the fate of a cell
it’s only one me, what’s so f-ckin funny?
mommy taught me how to use a tec to get money
before she died, i cried, she said “listen son –
opinions are like -ssholes, everybody’s got one”
self-survival’s job one if you want it
well f-ck what you heard – do fa self

[chorus: reggae chatta + yelling children]
whenever the pressure gets ya dowwwn – “i’ma do fa self”
and alla ya friends are not ar-round – “i’ma do fa self”
family starts to doubt you – “i’ma do fa self”
dem never give a f-ck about you – “i’ma do fa self”

[scratching]
“i’ma do fa self”

[apache]
sit back, relax, while i conduct the cl-ss
haven’t you heard, a hardhead makes a soft -ss
sit up straight jailbait pay attention
… or get sent to detention

[little kid (apache)]
maaan, i’ll pay attention if i wanna
my fat black -ss pay attention to my man on the street corner
(why is that?) because he makin lots of dough
matter fact, buy fat clothes and lots of hoes
(so you think that his lifestyle is fine?)
no, but i gotta get mine
if i was a comedian i’d make you laugh
a fireman? i’d blow away the backdraft
i could be a point guard and leave you stuck
i could be a cop, fools got no luck
dig, i’m a kid, and i want wealth
(f-ck what you heard – do fa self)

[chorus]

“i’ma do fa self” [x2]

[apache]
s-x is the next subject, let’s keep in mind
i had my first piece of p-ssy when i was nine
n-body told me the facts about jim hats
couldn’t keep me from goin i was hoin like it was all that
there’s a valuable lesson here to be learned
i was the man for a minute until tonto got burned
before you step up strap up for safe s-x
the b-tch that burned me i broke her f-ckin neck
i came apart and the hood didn’t share a care
a n-gg-‘s worst nightmare, and i didn’t fight fair
one time my brother tried to play me to get paid
showed no shame, had more game than an arcade
(did you get him?) got him (shoot him?) shot him
(what is up with his family?) yo i could care a f-ckin less about ’em
but i pray that you stay in good health
f-ck what you heard – do fa self

[chorus]

[scratching] “i’ma do fa self” [x4]

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