Aimin Fo Da Top - MURDEROUS SOUNDZ, DJ WESSTAG & Mystic Mask

[Boots] Ahhhhhhh yesss, ah-heh Tell me somethin Were you, about to make a decision? Was it, one of... THOSE decisions? Ya know, when ya, gotta decide, between What's good, for you, and what's good, for the struggle Well before you sellout, The Coup wants to tell you a lil' story E-Roc, kick it [E-Roc] Pressure, is gettin to my dome See, I need some food for my little boy's tummy Pulled up a chair just to think about my situation Don't have a job, cause jackin is the occupation FUCK THE SYSTEM, you know that it's all wrong I got my gauge, yeah now my mission's on Checked on my baby, good he was sound asleep Cause money was my thoughts as I began to creep Down the street the corner sto', was on my mind Freeze! with the sounds of clips was in my behind I turned around but befo' I could pull my trigger In they ass, on the ground, laid another nigga I was trippin, slippin labelled as a dummy But can you blame me, I did it for da mo-ah-money *Chorus* M-O-N, N-E-Y (repeat 2X) Broke as a; broke as a sucka! (Repeat all 4X) [E-Roc] Back on the streets I thought I wouldn't survive So I'm bustin my ass on this nine to five Flippin patties all day when the place is hot Gettin paid peanuts, in the burger shop Now everybody wants to know the deal, is this brother real Can I feed my family off of a Happy Meal? I had to stop cause this shit ain't for E-Roc I threw down my time card and started slangin rocks For a brother dis is some'in you can't beat My cash is flowin, now I'm bringin home the meat I'm feelin good sellin crack to a fiend Don't give a fuck about his luck, ya know what I mean? People trip, but they don't understand that A devil's land, ain't no black foe a black man Now it's a shame, but who's to blame? I got a baby with a life and no future to gain, yeah the money *Chorus* [E-Roc] I remember the time when I was six The American Dream was everybody gets, rich But yo, a fact for all to know Four hundred years has passed, and we still po' He ain't my Uncle, but Sam know what he's talkin about If you wanna get paid, sell your people out But not me I'd rather do a crime Deep in my rhyme; is it better for a black man to do time? To the red white and blue I don't give a fuck Because I live and die, just to make a buck So I'm that mother-fucker That rob his daddy, and threw his ass in the gutter And I'm that fool That sold his kids cocaine at school But Jack's an attorney So I'ma do what I do, cause he's makin all the motherfuckin... *Gun shots* [Boots] I believe. truthfully, we all gonna die someday So, die hustlin for yourself Or die hustlin for millions of your people The choice is yours, choose your fate You can get with this, or you can get with that We out *Chorus*

Please help me Help me Please help me (Just leave me be) Please help me Help me Please help me (Just leave me be) Top down on the Nawf, I'm home I can never get lost, no, no I play the field and the coach (I play the field) And they know, that's why I'm Huncho For some reason I can't cry, cry For some reason, I am not tired For the gang, I gotta bring it home For my grandma watchin' in the sky (grandma) You prolly can't tell me none You prolly gon' see me stuntin' You prolly wanna see me run You prolly wanna see me run on 'em But I got my top down of on the Nawf, yeah, yeah Believe in what I did and what I saw, yeah, yeah Stand on my word by law, yeah, yeah Mama prayin' on the devil, shake 'em off, yeah, yeah Boulders on my shoulder, weights on me I will never fold up when it's on me Stash a whole mil' in the backseat Just to move them thangs down the backstreet Top down on the Nawf (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), I'm home I can never get lost (I can never get lost), no, no I play the field and the coach (I done played the whole field, for real) And they know, that's why I'm Huncho (just leave me be) I done survived the gun smoke (survive) Some of my niggas ain't survive, God bless your soul (yeah, yeah) The codeine eased in my mind 'cause my eyes on the road (my mind, my mind) The Patek is rose, we hide in the flats and bandos I'ma pull up on that nigga with the .5, then If I could go back, I would whip up a pie again I got the hood all on my back, and they ready to die for him Dope, trappin' up out of the gym, 2Pac is above the rim (devoted) Watchin' me like I am a film, they want the chips, the drip The sauce, my ho, I look at the niggas like shrimp Fuck these niggas, these niggas ain't come from the Nawf (Nawf) 85 Nawf the route (yeah) and I'm not leavin' 'em out (nah) Yeah, shippin' 'em out (ship), don't let the money run out (hey) Top down on the Nawf, I'm home I can never get lost (I can never get loss), no, no I play the field and the coach (I played the field) And they know, that's why I'm Huncho (that's why I'm, mhm) No question we come from the Nawf, they know we the boss (Nawf) Only site, no map involved, I cannot get lost (no) And we know you flaw, everythin' you say is false (false) I'ma scrape his jaw, pay the ticket, you get off (grrah) No navigation needed or GPS at all (no) My neck and wrist conceited, full of Fiji, and it costs (ice) Mirror, mirror, who the richest niggas of 'em all? (Mirror) The mirror spoke to me and said, "No cap, I think it's y'all" (Takeoff) In the nighttime, we can ride then I'ma slide on that bitch outside then (slide, slide) I'ma make sure my wrist all iced in (ice) I'ma make sure my wrist on fire then (fire) I'ma make sure my wrist on fire then (fire) I'ma make sure my wrist on fire then (fire) I'ma make sure my wrist outside (outside) I'ma make sure my wrist outside then (outside, yeah) Have you ever swam with sharks in the deep blue, huh? Ever been in the dark when there is no sun, huh? Ever been on the Nawf with hundred round drum? With a hundred round drum (Nawf, yeah) Drum (Nawf, yeah) drum Pull up on me, show me outside then (yeah) Pull up on me, show me, let it fly then Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (just leave me be) Oh (Nawf)