tha alkaholiks - no hand outs lyrics
featuring snaggle p-ss]
verse one: mad lib, xzybit
yo, look at the way you reactin
i ain’t on the microphone actin tough-actin like tinactin
madden, dreamin like baddened aladdin
families they get saddened, sisters no horror be cabbin stabbin
jammin like isley when i be
floatin rhymes like a b-tterfly, stingin em like a bee
ibm’s is not computers
intelligent black men radio polluters and riot looters if any
plenty of patience perseverance, persistance
and i don’t need a county check for government -ssistance
build the knowledge without college abolish like aparthied
rip like a riptide, when i arrive
million man march, washington d, c me when i get there
pioneer millionair thoughts we all share
in los angeles, n-gg-z stopped tryin to make peace a long time ago
so it ain’t no shock, to hear gunshots, on your block
or maybe even mine on occasion
regardless of your town, n-gg-z still tore down and blast
so xzybit ask what’s worse
to getting rushed by the cops or put your piece down first, you’re
stuck
see either way we’ve been set up to fail
throw that n-gg- in jail if he ain’t tryin to see yale or harvard
or howard, and i reguse to be a coward
or forced to live off some five twenty-five an hour bullsh-t
xzybit carry on like my brothers did
handguns and girls h-ll in hands on and other sh-t
chorus: repeat 2x
i don’t need n-body, to give me a d-mn thing
just open up the door, and i get it myself
verse two: snaggle p-ss
aiyyo the cream of the land has arrived
i got with four hundred lashes and still survived
to this very day, the grafted never let up
so i got a million brothers, and we all fed up
with corruption, that’s why we on this mission
to bring equality into the justice system
at any cost, i’m down for what it takes
now cause when the rioting starts it’s too late
so let em drown in my ancestor’s blood sweat and tears
they fear, knowledge cause it cuts like a spear
and yeah, we comin like bats out of h-ll
cause that’s what it’s like in the ghettoes we dwell
no laughs, you might be the next in the bloodbath
so compare what you got, to what you sposed to have
the end result is we all gettin cheated
snaggle p-ss, etched in stone, so you can read it
chorus
verse three: j-ro, tash
to all my black folk here’s some liquid lettered soap
i’m down for the upstroke, i’m tired of bein broke
i feel like i’m in the gutter, word to the mudder
bruddah, i gotta introduce my ends to each other
the facts about black is, n-body relaxes
and those with stacks is like, f-ck payin taxes
i drink the cheap wine cause i not be got’en yapes
thunderbird and nighttrain made from the rotten grapes
dance boy, sing boy, run boy, rap
we’d all be rich if it was boy bust a cap
i gotta watch my back cause sometimes we do stupid sh-t
i can’t even afford a gun to go and shoot you with
i spit on the graves of those who held my people as slaves
i catch your children slippin on the waves
i gotta stay strong, even though the stress is stickin me
i try to get a job but mickey d ain’t even pickin me
while simultaneous i’m bustin with my n-gg-z just for practice
cause i see it in my sight to clock a million after taxes
and i know i’m bout to have it cause i know i deserve
cause i could get you with the bullets but i stick you with words
that’ll slit you at the seams my sh-t is wilder than jean
tash’ll eat you like a bowl of f-ckin product 19
cause vitamins and c give me wind to do you in
so y’all n-gg-z got from now until i count backwards from ten
so scram, cause before you get a chance to say (daaam!)
i’ll be on you like the neighborhood watch program
cause i’m tryin to make the slams that’ll bust your cerwin-vegas
cause n-gg-z think life is smokin blunts and playin sega
but not i, i make it so you can’t f-ck with this
cause i want a new car, plus a pound just to twist
so get up and get out, get a pen write a verse n-gg-
do what you gotta do, but yo motherf-ck the first
chorus
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