Robert Folk

Now I`ve seen places and faces
And things you ain`t never thought about thinking
If you ain`t peek then you must be drinking and smokin`
Pretending not to lockin` but you`re brokin`
Let me get you open now
Little Timmy got his diploma and, little Jimmy got life
And Tamikra around the corner
Just took her first hit off The pipe
The other homie shot the other homie
And ran away with his money
And when the other homies heard about it
They thought it was funny but who`s the dummy
Now you done lost the hustler
A down-ass brother got replaced by a buster
And though I got love for ya, I know I can`t trust you
Coz my crew is rollin` home and your crew is rollin` dusta
And just because of that you act you don`t like the brother
No more, uh, I guess that`s just the way it goes
I ain`t tryina preach, I believe I can reach
But your mind ain`t prepared, I see you when you get there
I`ll see you when you get there
If you ever get there, see you when you get there
I`ll see you when you get there if you ever get there
See you when you get there
ore temptation and faith
I guess we livin` for the day
I seen a man get swept off his feet by a bullet and an AK
the situation so twisted everybody gettin lifted
I`m just tryin to take care of my kids
And handle my business coz it way too serious
So you gotta pay close attention
So you don`t get caught sittin`
When they come and do all the gettin`
Life is a big game so you gotta play it with a big horse
Someone`s gotta run a little faster
Coz we gotta lay the strugle I`d be a fool to surrender
When I know I can be a contender
And if everybody`s a contender then everybody could be
A winner, no matter you rag collar deep down we all brothers
and regardless of the time somebody else still love us
I`m a scuff and strugle y`all breathless and weak
I just strived my whole life to make it to the mountain peak
always keep reaching sure to grab on to something
I`ll be there when you get there when you wit the sound bumpin`
You need to loosen up and live a little
and if they got kids let them know how you feelin`
for your own sake give a little
oh, you don`t want to hear that
you busy tryina stack
and keep them from the Jones`s is taking advantage of your own
the realist homies got you but you known them longest
but some ain`t missing a good thing until it`s gone
could have built an empire if not for the jelousy that you
righteous
we prefare to keep our eyes shut to describe when
it`s something wrong and we desire
so hold your head up high if your poor and righteous
until time seems right
the problems seem endless
put the time to this fairly we gotta put ourselves together
and if you feel you`re obligated then you need to get back in
it
coz nothing worse than a quitter
you gotta face responsibility one day, my brother
so gather up your pity and turn it to ambition
and put your vehicle and drive and stop by my side
As we walk down the road of our destiny
and the times when there was a the
we got one push to give and one life to live
stand up for something or lie down in your game
listen to the song that we sing
it`s up to you to make it big
I guess I`ll see you when you see me

Money don’t make my world go round
I’m reaching out for the higher ground
To a warm and peaceful place
I can rest my weary face

Life’s answers we try to find (Oh we try to find, yes we try to find)
Battling inside our minds
Where do I go from here?
Will all my friends be there?

Cause we’re living, we’re living in a crazy maze
And we’re fighting, we’re fighting to rise above the haze
Light’s at the end of the tunnel
Sometimes the journey’s long
There are many theories
Who’s right and who’s wrong?

The pressure’s on I have to choose
I’ve got nothing to lose
I close my eyes I take a chance (ay yi yi)
Now I dance a different dance

What’s the key to a happy life? (tell me now no no no)
A healthy mind and lots of spice
Running barefoot through the trees (oh oh)
That’s my idea of free

Cause we’re living, we’re living in a crazy maze
And we’re fighting, we’re fighting to rise above the haze
Light’s at the end of the tunnel
Sometimes the journey’s long
There are many theories
Who’s right and who’s wrong?

I pack my bags I’m on my way
I don’t know where I’m gonna stay
I’m on the train bound destiny
I can set my spirit free

Cause we’re living, we’re living in a crazy maze
And we’re fighting, we’re fighting to rise above the haze
Light’s at the end of the tunnel
Sometimes the journey’s long
There are many theories
Who’s right and who’s wrong?

Cause we’re living, yes, we’re living in a crazy maze
We’re fighting, we’re fighting to rise above the haze
Light’s at the end of the tunnel
The journey may be long
There are many theories
Who’s right and who’s wrong?

Cause we’re living, yes, we’re living in a crazy maze
And we’re fighting, we’re fighting to rise above the haze
Light’s at the end of the tunnel
The journey may be long
There are many theories
Who’s right and who’s wrong?

Cause we’re living, oh, we’re living
We’re dying, yes, we’re dying
The journey may be long
Who’s to know?
When you have got to go, you have got to go

Cause we’re living, yes, we’re living in a crazy maze...

Andre:
Now sittin' in the bathtub listening to the Isley
Brothers and others outside my door want to despise me
Reminds me that everyone ain't cool the world is jealous
Never could understand when my momma used to tell us
"Don't take your food outside around your friends
Unless you got enough to feed the neighborhood"
The play has just began follow me now
Act 1 scene 2 the date 1/1/96 the time I don't know
Mood disturbed, Ray goes on to say they trying to get over
Like them niggas with the blinker on, I got my thinker on
So I'm like word, How every you want to act is fine
That is real as fishing rods I might be kissing God
But I'm still in the battle so if you got cattle you best be fasting
For 7 days and 7 nights we everlasting
? on a quest to get my class ring just from them fhite wolks
I will if it's the last thing
I do

Hook:
Everlasting

talking:
Yeah, slick knowhatI'msayin'? I'm gonna tell you like this. Just cause I
live the apartment don't mean you can keep puttin' notes under my
windshield I tell you shortie gonna bust your ass about that shit.

Big Boi:
Hey y'all hey y'all hey y'all hoes
Back up in this bitch rippin' tracks like I'm suppose
Tommy and Ralph Lauren don't like niggas to wear they clothes
Where your proof at? Who's that? Talking shit like those
Keepin' the rumors up, I wish I lived in a f**kin' cave
I ride the streets in Lexus all these hoes wanna be saved
Go to college get a job because all you want to do is shake
I use to hit club niggas but I gave taht shit a break
Just like Maaco, Waco, burn it to the ground
I bet you eatin' pork when your partners ain't around
Backdraft things are Shaft slapping these hoes


Just like he's suppose to, quote you
"Big Boi is the pimp ass nigga that formed you"
Like pottery, sloppily playin' hoes like lotteries
OutKast did the dirt and now you swear your shit is poppin' see You bit
beats, we makin' hits so give me your flag back
I'm living in the SWATS so you may call me Daddy Fatsack
Yeah you know what I'm sayin'? Like this. Everlasting

Hook

Big Boi:
One in a million men passing the J off in the courtyard
Don't y'all smoke a couple of pounds and get tore up y'all
And tear the devil headquarter down to the grizzound
Is how we hit the house and puff a couple of good pounds
Of good weed, PeeWee, my nigga Little Beewee
We need a 50 box of Phillies and some bouncin' titties
From the magic the flame niggas too is sharin' sequels
Never payin' for no pussy
You can shake it you can keep it to your self hoe

Andre:
You left your morals at the door, when you stepped in crept in
Nigga this baby is at the beach so now you wondering
Why your nigga done bust you in the fore, head
Ain't no respect there so you just assed out like breech
Delivery slivery got you swung on these types of things
Go on from here to Bornhome to London
England, Wall Street to y'all street
Sometime I get bewildered and it throws a nigga like me off beat
But I'm back on it
Because we last forever sound good don't it?
Rattling in your trunks like FAMU and the component
Said that's it, man f**k that shit
On and on and on and I'm out

Hook

Brace yourself for the awesome and rare
The real, the right dynamite is in the atmosphere
As there's a time and place for everything that's under the sun
This is the time and the place that we have some fun
Now take a see to check the pedigree
of the band that's spelled S-T-E-T
The rhymerator, Dee-Lite, the R-O-D
And on the keys, my brother D-P-C
Wise, Frukwan and my DJ Paul
We puttin competition back, up against the back of the wall
Me and the band that I just mention
present to you a new invention

We-we-we-we regulate a Stets-a-flucture
So def, a listen to the structure
Formulate ya own, but please don't touch a
Good lokkin out, we thank ya very much a
Heed this style on the cartwheel nightcha
Fight to the end, I bet we'll bust ya up
And ya welcome to a force that creeps
Slowly but surely, enough we'll defeat you, BREAK.....

Break: (*scratchin*)

Straight to the letter witta hip-hop band
of America, London and even Japan
And you surely will admit by bein a fan
Nobody else does it like we can
To battle us is truly a gamble
Excellence is proven by example
The ladies smile while the bodies are in shamble
Back off Puba, this ya can't handle
The rhythm homeboy is definitely ringin
The beats and rhymes are the chords that are tinglin
So grab your girl, let's start the jam
For at the helm is a band who's in demand, BREAK.....

Break:

Go (x31)

Ch-ch-ch-champ wit the punch of a verbal grenade
and a rhyme that's equipped as a barricade
Cool and clever, crack I never
Wit my crew I will never sever
Brooklyn, New York is our home town
That is the place we always go down
And every night a party goes down
And when it starts, it never slows down
We boogie to the DJ's non-stop
To the sound of the Brooklyn hip-hop
And if you've ever seen Brooklyn rock
(*scratchin of 'Brooklyn'*) rocks it non-stop, BREAK........

Break:

Go Brooklyn (x15)

Point blank, our deliverance is me but smooth
Stands out like a winner at'cha favorite tune
All tension is released upon the call of the beat
As you rock along to a funky treat
Like a torch, we're keepin you active
Our rhythm will hold you captive
We're perfecters of the poem we sing
Mobbin in to the top with the style's that's addicting
No doubt, about what we capture
A-nother classical treasure
So productive and effective
Chuck it out as a jam that's spreading

It-it ain't nuttin like hip-hop music
You like it cos you choose it
Most DJ's won't refuse it
A lotta sucker MC's misuse it
Don't think that Stet can lose it
Too much to gain to abuse it
The name of the game is rapture
This song is complete and captured, BREAK.....

When i'm sexing u when i'm next 2 u i know it's alright , it's the things u do make me cling to u cause i know it's alright .


1-Theirs a special way that u do what u do anywhere and anytime your not an ordinary lover u give me sometimes keep me so satisfied

Chorus


I'm over whelemed by the way that u handle cause i been down for a little while i've got experience to know when it's this good everything everything is alright

Chorus


When your here i dont' fear i feel so safe and secure u feel good in my arms and i know , your the one

Chorus


How do I know your never go , you've got to be the one for me i always pray that u will stay so baby , don't u go
How do I know your never go , you've got to be the one for me i always pray that u will stay so baby dont' u go

Chorus

Intro/chorus:

Jump (jump), jump (jump), jump (jump), jump (jump), jump (jump)
Not yet.......
Jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up)
How many niggas gettin lye tonight?
How many niggas gettin high tonight?
Jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up)

Verse 1: treach

Na-na, na-na
I say fight, you holler a quarter day late
A dollar short, poppin more corks and niggas don't get
Ya collared court, trife ass whitney will you motherfuckin mouth, aight
And change your life, we'll sell your life, and tape your fat ass tight
Must be just the master monk
The underhood, the underworld's under man
Motherfuck bein understood, long as we understand
You can't twist the treach ? ? ? ? ? and mix his friends
Niggas over here don't switch and bitch and bend
All eyes on a prize, pimpin it, and battle a million dollar chance
I glance and just take your tip
It's that last nine hundred and ninety nine thou'
And bowed and thanked the crowd bein in style
And gimme all these boys a while, truth will tell, I ain't have skunk
Get em tough and guts, smoke from *? stoge? * and hand treach
Get em out of grants that they owe, the top notch
Makin blocks flock, don't have to bust shots
I got props, I'm warning you like closing doors when cop knocks

Chorus

Verse 2: vin rock

Ha
Now let me line this nigga up
How you soundin talkin plain wit my name, man what the fuck?
Oh, you don't know, boom bap smack and there it is
How we dealin wit these frustrated niggas in the biz?
(what the fuck was he freakin? )
I bring some drink in, just for fun
They be guzzlin on gallons of that red ass rum
You might as well-a put a motherfuckin bounty on your head
Cos the drama's for your momma, till your bitch ass dead
(let those) chickens, I see your mental picture clickin
I, know I only make it for the one-night stickin
Phat, I take that back because I was not thinkin
After one piece of my dick, your brain starts shrinkin

How many niggas gettin lye tonight?
How many niggas gettin high tonight?
Jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up)

Verse 3: treach, vin rock

What? check it, when the man ain't the man no more
We'll see which one of his men will withstand and be the man in the war
All that rah rah, I send that ass bye bye
After that I fly, I put that on the tatt on my neck, capital i-i

Serve those wit the nerve to test this
Step and get'cha records clipped
Original is what you kick but I know you better quit
You analyse my click then go duplicate my shit
Discredit's what you get, cos you bit

Niggas get the hit-low, and shit loads, I flip shows
If it goes to glocks, we didn't have the blocks in your zip code
Keep hittin knockers wit the showstopper in this industry
For they hit us with the hoffa or kennedy remedy

That's when vinnie will be
Lightin shit up brighter than a bicentennial, see we
Sick of talkin shit, niggas knowin how we do
So if you don't fuck with us, we won't have to fuck with you
(we won't have to fuck wit you)

Chorus

It's a Queen's thing, too fly, word up
Khadafi, the next life, yeah, Thug Paradise
No doubt, check me out, yeah, yeah
Aiyyo son, let me, let me put you on to what happened
And how it went down, check it, tell me son, word up

Yo, TV's in the headrest, Sega Entertainment
Pushed the Lex Land on the way to my arraignment
D.A. got a witness, lawyer can't explain it
Face the judge, on some money maintain shit

Black Caesar, hundred grand on the Visa
Took the stand, suddenly, caught amnesia
Found him in the warehouse, tied in the freezer
That's the life of a thug when he hold heaters

Willies, up North, turn to dick beaters
Sendin' flicks to any bitch that'll feed us
360 ways with the shell-top Adidas
The Black Jesus, Lebanon, remain calm

Rock and stay green, sippin' on Don
Arabic link, Cartier on the arm
Nigga fresh off work release, Hercules
Nigga fuck the deez, we blazin' trees

Capone bag the keys, let's move like a gypsy
It's hot out here, relocate to Poughkeepsie
Feds play the roof in the hood try to hit me
Snakes on the block wanna sip Mo' wit me

The life of a thug wasn't made right
When I die leave a bottle of Don by the grave site
The tombstone let the record show I was sinnin'
Lay me in the earth with the Armani linen

All my convicts, livin' on the edge of life
Criminal type thugs who love to pull a heist
We move sheist, livin' in these days of trife
Rockin' four carat ice, in Thug Paradise
Thug Paradise, yeah, yo yo, yeah, yo, in Thug Paradise

One for the money, two for the villainous streets
From Willies holdin' millions, foreala with no feelin'
Shit, my resident, Q-B settlement
Hit him on the hill, Jake wonder where the medal went

Jump in the Acura, then blast a trey
Pour this A for those who passed away
My whole click shinin' like a diamond
While on Riker's Island, fake niggaz eat a dick rhymin'

Mighty chrome we got a song
Capone-N-Noreaga's on, we try to touch like a flip phone
I sip on Porter while you get extorted to single
Illegal life stick you, I hope the world bought it
Yeah, no doubt, Capone-N-Noreaga

All my convicts, livin' on the edge of life
Criminal type thugs who love to pull a heist
We move sheist, livin' in these days of trife
Rockin' four carat ice in Thug Paradise

Yo, it was broad daylight
Woke up, early in the mornin'
Didn't even brush my teeth
I grabbed heat, bust the frontal leaf

Then roll up, some sweets
That they was on since yesterday night
Dunn and got bucked in his windpipe
We'll go to war until you pre-write

Pick tight, can I stick to guns in a gunfight
Yo, lots of diamonds
The new millennium was promised
Black comments

We tryin' to squash that big
But niggaz get hard headed, filled wit leaded
Fuck around and get deaded
Now I'm wetted, God set it, automatic

Yeah, me you face these niggaz starvin'
General of rap swarmin', acousiastic
Attract with the glock plastic

Move quickly, switch rides to Poughkeepsie
Black tipsy, but tell me, destiny
Move quickly, stick heads, be tryin' to stick me

You mad morbid, but it's a planet out of orbit
Can't absorb it but tell me, you all for it
Can't call it, my defense'll make you forfeit

Son, you quit fuckin' wit Iraqs dick
The General hoe, create my own chrome like y'all vote
Blast it too and plus it take two, now know

All my convicts, livin' on the edge of life
Criminal type thugs who love to pull a heist
We move sheist livin' in these days of trife
Rockin' four carat ice, Thug Paradise

Yeah, thug Paradise, Kaddafi
Four carat ice, twenty five to life
See ya in there, yeah, yeah
Kuwait and Iraq

Yeah
Been a hard day
It ain't nuttin but a war poppin off in the hood

(Intro/Chorus:)

What's really going on?
A nigga barely holding on
What really goes on when you can't hold on
It's so wrong when the love is gone

(Don't fuck around in downtown L.A.)
The kingpin keeps shippin yea, me I stay
mashin, I'm laughin off da petty
Eyes heavy, puffin my resi, God help me
Can y'all tell me something this good?
Now it's Black Caesar bumpin in the hood
Peace to Tacktown, clowns, where you at now?
Fools is ready to lay the smack down
I just lay this bomb ass rap down

True armageddon thugs, hear the spray, heaven's love
They might try to lace us with seven slugs
Word, cos the truth up in my sentence
How we gon' send shit on sunny days of independance?
Witness how my game goes, don't play no's
who think my game low cos we rockin the same clothes
Relax and flame ol' bud while 2-0-6 bend
My click's in, thoughts, they summon up Egyptians
Mixed in with the thug pact
But them same thugs that gave you love back, put scherm in your bud sack
They got your ass wet, wit Teks
Took your last breath, open your chest, now put you past flesh
Why's that? Blacks train to kill they own kind
I'm goin, why? Fit this tap up on momma's phoneline
Crime infested ghetto, rats and roaches
Fools act loc and go get the gas to roll wit

(Chorus)

Hey suppose you was chose to blossom like a rose
Flossin on Vogues, everything was solid gold
Hittin cruise control, everybody lose control
Peep game like Keith, man, I be the most beautiful
Special with K-ajun celebration
Black is radiance, from Wes Craven, get your chest caved in
Black Jesus, crews, cadillac and Mac divas
Hot like Gallactica, so what's happenin? What?
More streetwiser than Kaiser Sosa, no way, Jose
can you fuck with my hustle forte
It's more ways than one, more than a hundred and one dalmations
Better get with this gang affiliation
Pain, you're really facin, you ain't bein your brother's keeper
How long does it take for love to reach ya?
Too late, you in a deep sleeper, the Grim Reaper creeper
We just lay in the cut, blazin it up (Bitch)

(Chorus x2)

I'm hollerin bout peace while y'all increase the crime rate
Rats smackin on blind dates, homey lost in a mindstate
Up to Grind Lake, well this smoker's bangin for deals
Juli school him on life, try to tell him heaven is real
But ?????? still, they mischemin the creeper
Black Caesar blaze a sack, gave em daps, hold on that Jesus
We just in this rollercoaster, a soldier toaster
Left the little locs a-dead on the sofa, the drama's closer
If momma choke up, bet this what the game is worth
Explain the pain, it hurts, bendin the niggas since I came to Earth
Slang some work and makin money dat the Gz earn
Rookies digest the process slow as my trees burn
C's, *?Worm?* and Juli heat up the climate
I'm that one shinin, reflectin off Willie's diamond
Designin hoods, crept on without the teflon
This plain resident left Georgia early like Stefan
Got chrome by the ozones
The homies pluggin me wit two 50's, take it wit me and see what goes on
What goes on
(Can they feel me?)

(Chorus x2)

(Outro:)

Puttin it down for the T-town
Black Caesar, barely holdin on
It's all wrong when the love is gone