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Sharper than a switchblade, a brother standing in the darkness Staring at those who oppose and who try to spark this Intelligent wise, but I'm far from a corny man My temper's quick though I'm a cool individual Some idiot tried to claim I was doing some dirt Cause I wore cuortoroy's and a sweatshirt But if you took time to listen to the album, G You'd see the W was representing peace Get a piece in the throat who acknowledge the fact I'm here to uplift the stiff in the lip And if you ain't saying jack, you're wack I'll makr you down in my book Another punk perpetrator title I toook, shook Broken in half, so many suckers in my direction I could start my own wack collection I told you from the start of my program the way that I was stepping But you kept snoozing and slept on My brother from the ghetto who never had none Some claim to be down but see they all about fronting See when I was young nobody gave me a damn thing Clips and 12 guage shells through my windowpain But now I got a little record deal they want me to forget about it My past, stay calm, and just chill Bought a big chain and suit and stand on the corner So you and your friends can label me another sucker mother- Boy what's up? This ain't Disney Land SongtexteI'm walking death row snatching all that I can I told you before you should have never fell asleep On a brother like the W, cause I'm playing for keeps You know I'm wondering, how many bodies will be left Before the song is over that I'm putting in step 5 or 10, better yet, aw hell, it doesn't matter Cause I'm used to the sound of sucker getting splattered For sweeping and sleeping on the capital W Ain't nothing but a memory It's taking over in 1990 Ain't heard of you or him, get serious I bring more peace and soul than Don Cornelious Yo I ain't down with fronting my grip off I'd rather crease my cords and tell a sucker to step off And bail like a true B-boy dropping rhythimatic styles Aww shhh, I'm from the Low Profile The home base mixed with the lyracist, remember this You need to be smacked if you even think about dissing this Dope diagram that I put together They ask "Dub when will you turn commercial?" Never! Man-mad loop that's hitting harder than concrete Now look at your girl, she's on my T-I-P, yo I'm down with the label that's able to put my crew on the map Priority is watching my back So you'd better duck low before I start to speak And clear a path for the pro, y'all, cause I'm playing for keeps Yo I'm playing for keeps and snatching titles from wannabes Getting you real weak a sample of dope beat I live the lifestyle of a path that you never walk Talk too much, G, become a victim of the nightstalk Yes this man is dope to those who be holding Attempt to cause static within the Low Pro The family is tighter than tight, you gets nothing The tenuous torture stepping to the production I remain in the shadow kicking unorthodox styles Knock the posses and crews from the top of the piles Just kicking and sticking, ripping and flipping And give the licks to punks who think their posse be hitting Word, I ain't for public appearances and making a name For fame and turn around and preaching the game Survival is vital, no matter how you choose it I tend to express my thoughts to funky music I get praise every day, it's a wonder If I wasn't making records I'd be 6 feet under So when you step prepare to rest in peace It's on to the fullest y'all, cause I'm playing for keeps Aus Songtexte Mania