DJ FORGOTTEN
Luke White On The Beat
You ever seen a nigga hung with a gold chain?
Id rather sing about the same things that we claim
Such is bashful, but niggas like a task force
Mobbin on the streets and robbin stores in ski masks, bruh
Niggas ask for peace in a riot, then bring violence
Cause its a game of cat and mouse and you gon bleed silent
Whats the justice in sayin, Fuck it, and grab the pump?
Then kill a woman with many children? Makes you a chump
Look in all the stores you wreckin, nigga, I reckon
Think about the people who own it for bout a second
I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs
This is not a game, quit violence and grow a pair
But sure, youd rather hear me say, Fuck the black prejudice
Lets murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant
Views,” and etcetera, knives thrown
Damage em, lives blown, oblivion, all cold, oblivious
I wont dare say that you should stop the fuckin ignorance
Murder opps, killin shit, Id enjoy the thrill of it
Bathe in blood of officers, different corpses, offin em
Auction em, dont you bark at em, murder em, never heard of em
Biggie!
Now Im thirteen, smoking blunts making cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football team:
Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearing the coach scream aint my lifetime dream!
I mean, I wanna blow up, stack my dough up
So school, I didnt show up, it fucked my flow up
Mom said that I should grow up, and check myself
Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
Put the drugs on the shelf, nah, couldnt see it
Scarface, King of New York, I wanna be it
Rap was secondary, money was necessary
Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary
C74-Mark 8 set me straight
Not able to move behind a great steel gate
Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
All the money I stacked, was all the money for bail
Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
Informer lone keep informer friend
Thats right, bwoy, its goin on, right here
Thug Life, God bless the dead
God bless the dead and buried, nigga, dont worry
If you see God first, tell him shit got worse
I aint mad, I know you representin the crew
And I can picture you in heaven with a blunt and a brew
Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game
If you a baller, money went as quick as it came
My role models gone or they locked in the pen
Straight hustlers caught up in the whirlwind
The other day I thought I seen my homeboy Biggy
Sayin shit dont stop, nigga, no pity
We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams
Money makin motherfuckers plot scandalous schemes
In the gutter you learn to have a criminal mind
I was addicted to tryin, never meant to do time
My epitaph will read was the last of Gs
Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed
God bless the dead
God bless the dead