Bishop Lamont Album

[No lyrics]

*Originally known as "Feelin' Like Chaka" on The Confessional bootleg


[Verse One]
It's been day too long, the sun is tired
Sunlight shift/night shift, the moon is higher
That's when them-when them b-b-b-boys hit the streets streets
Ridin' somethin' slow, real low, trunk full of beats
Boom boom boom boom boom boom
Boomin' like a tribal dance
See my comin' down that hill movin' like an avalanche
But m-m-much colder
Oh so below zero, flow so ice man/Ice Man, folks think I'm a super hero
It's just so silly cause really I'm a super villain
Coupe Devillain Coupe, roof a toupee, remove the ceilin'
Crunk willin', I'm feelin' so so (fresh)
I'm so church you can call me (blessed)
God damn man, the game's lame, time to change it
Number two, deja vu, fools drop the same shit
On a mission like a special agent to rearrange it
Still rappin', get the clubs packed like a slave ship

[Chorus]
I-I-I-I'm feelin' like Chaka
I gotta gotta gotta big spear in my boxers
Girl get down, get lower baby your ?
Soon after ya, attackin' ya, takin' you back to Africa [echo]

[Verse Two]
I'm feelin' like Chaka
Run around, half naked, big spear in my boxers
I'm about to set it, cast the spell like witchdoctors
Like I blew pimp dust in her face
Got her captivated, activated, wanna come to my place [echo]
Common gon' be mad at me [echo] (why?)
Common gon' be mad at me [echo] (why?)
Cause I likes them white girl
Had a little fever since Madonna, +Material World+
When I finda ? Tonya, let's make a chocolate swirl
G-G-G-Gringo come get Mandingo
Sisters don't trip, don't trip, don't be hatin' me
We just makin' up for slavery
Gosh, you know how them haters be
Hate to see you and me makin' any type improvement
In these streets avoid beef cause we deep like the Civil Rights Movement

[Chorus]
I-I-I-I'm feelin' like Chaka
I gotta gotta gotta big spear in my boxers
Girl get down, get lower baby your ?
Soon after ya, attackin' ya, takin' you back to Africa [echo]

[Bridge]
It's time to get dirty like a virus
It's time to get dirty like a virus

[Verse Three]
Come on now, break it down, show me how, let's get wild
Put it on me, snap ya, whip your tail like a crocodile
Come on now, break it down, show me how, let's get wild
Put it on me, snap ya, whip your tail like a crocodile
My thing in 'em swingin' like Pitfall Harry
Got you creamin' and screamin' like it's a library
Very scary how every canary fall in love and wanna marry
Me, but see, I'm Eric Benet, you Hallie Berry

[Chorus]
I-I-I-I'm feelin' like Chaka
I gotta gotta gotta big spear in my boxers
Girl get down, get lower baby your ?
Soon after ya, attackin' ya, takin' you back to Africa [echo]

[No lyrics]

[Intro] [Mr. Porter talking]
Yeah. Turn them lights back down too. Uh, uh, uh. Shhh shhh shhhh shhhh shh.

[Chorus] [Mr. Porter] (Bishop Lamont)
Now who the fuck is this nigga interruptin' my zone?
Must be out his mind
Send that nigga home
'Bout to make this young boy hop off of that throne
(I don't miss when I shoot)
Send that nigga home
See I can see in your eyes you a punk and you don't wanna get down
(You don't want it, you don't really really want it)
You can look at me and tell I'm the type that'll lay you down
(He don't want it, he just frontin', he don't want it)

[Verse One] [Bishop Lamont]
I'm afraid of rappers on my wall, when I was growin' up
I'm grown now but most of y'all motherfuckers suck
It's Bishop bitches, MC's get on your knees, give praise
Please, please the deity, the steez call it E.V.P.
Ghost In The Machine, he's who you will never see
Impossible to view the scraps to stack like that T.N.T.
I'm so Primo and I ain't go to D&D
Feelin' buck enough to lift up your S.U.V.
Fuck that club shit
I'm on that thug shit
Break bitches, shake bitches, fuck love shit
Finger fuck 'em and
Donkey punch 'em
What's to explain, my brain got a malfunction
Way down down, past down syndrome
Schizophrenia, poppin' pistols, put ten in ya
Injure ya, dismember ya, chop your body up, get rid of ya
Milk carton bitch, who the fuck gon' remember ya?

[Chorus] [Mr. Porter] (Bishop Lamont)
Now who the fuck is this nigga interruptin' my zone?
Must be out his mind
Send that nigga home
'Bout to make this young boy hop off of that throne
(I don't miss when I shoot)
Send that nigga home
See I can see in your eyes you a punk and you don't wanna get down
(You don't want it, you don't really really want it)
You can look at me and tell I'm the type that'll lay you down
(He don't want it, he just frontin', he don't want it)

[Verse One] [Bishop Lamont]
(Fuck that)
Give me blades, give me hand grenades
(Fuck that)
Give me two uzi's and a 12 gauge
(Fuck that)
Click click click clack, to push your cap
Tips flip you back, your shit is flat then it's a rap
Your jaw crack, brain is mayonnaise
Shit dribbles, shrivel, flambe like plantains
The shit I scribble belittle your hardest riddles
You faggots is all skills, cupcakes with soft middles
See I'm old school, you kids is all middle
Fiddle with a syllable criminal, rearrange your dental
I'll bust your shit, your grill will look just like a piano
I bust that tongue twist shit cause I miss Big Pun
I'll bust your motherfuckin' ass nigga just for fun
Boom shocka lock here comes the +Chief Rock+
On your block, cop a squat, couple glocks and a couple shots
Split up couples when it pops
All you niggas better watch
All that tough shit you talk, knowin' you'll run tell the cops

[Chorus] [Mr. Porter] (Bishop Lamont)
Now who the fuck is this nigga interruptin' my zone?
Must be out his mind
Send that nigga home
'Bout to make this young boy hop off of that throne
(I don't miss when I shoot)
Send that nigga home
See I can see in your eyes you a punk and you don't wanna get down
(You don't want it, you don't really really want it)
You can look at me and tell I'm the type that'll lay you down
(He don't want it, he just frontin', he don't want it)

[Verse Three]
Name your favorite rapper
Fuck him homie!
If you ain't say me nigga, fuck you, blow me
It's only evident, apparent, I'm here to inherit the throne
To rule alone above these fake characters
None can compare with this, ain't no competitors
The rhetoric's repetitive, make me sleepy like a sedative
Voltron, black line, nigga I'm the head of this
Stop tryin', stop lyin', beatin' me is a negative
I bench 450
Both eyes shifty
My ice pick ain't picky
It give your neck a hickey
Sewin' some shit to sticky
That gun play is tricky
I keep that quicker picker upper a nigga, right here with me
Beowolf to Air Wolf, air strikes, stay off your roof
Hand to hand, break the shit with my palms like I'm aloof
Don't act aloof, I'm couth to who's the truth inside the booth
Get at me bastards if you faggots need more proof

[Chorus] [Mr. Porter] (Bishop Lamont)
Now who the fuck is this nigga interruptin' my zone?
Must be out his mind
Send that nigga home
'Bout to make this young boy hop off of that throne
(I don't miss when I shoot)
Send that nigga home
See I can see in your eyes you a punk and you don't wanna get down
(You don't want it, you don't really really want it)
You can look at me and tell I'm the type that'll lay you down
(He don't want it, he just frontin', he don't want it)

[Verse One]
Ayyyyye
I like the bitches that make ya bounce
Ayyyyye
I love my money in large amounts
Ayyyyye
I'm on my way
Life's a big sandbox bitch, who wanna play?
? in a hot drop, jewels in a wrist watch
Bitches on my jizzock, that's how it's rollin' with the Doc
Aftermath, I ain't even have to say it
Khalil on the track, Bishop rap, they gon' play it
Emperor to your rappers, I'm not similar
.40 cal, my rap style, blaow, I'll cripple ya
Hot now
Burnin' like the sun temperature
You either blessed or hexed if I mention ya
I'm screw face, you two face, get you erased
I'm through with snakes, see through the fakes, get through the lakes
And cement nights
Turn off your lights
You fuck with me
It's only right

[Chorus] [The New Royals]
This city lights
They burn so bright
I watch from skyline to paradise
Out of control
And out of desire
Fall out of me
Fall out of me
And into this fire

[Verse Two]
Live for lake shores and condominiums in the Caribbean
Gettin' rid of ? and Rachael, she cinnamon
Like my Timberlands
Fuck her till she tremblin'
Dick her, kick her out, got more bitches, yeah send 'em in
Ayyyyyye
X-Rated, my life, evasive angles
Closed off, cameras on, get in here record me
My life's thrill, surreal, Brazil big butt orgy
My life real, no reel, you rap niggas corny
I got an army, tanks like Tiananmen Square
You go to war with me, I blow your hood up in the air
Yeah, heavy metal make you Fall Out Boy
Rock and roll, lock and load, spray your whole convoy
Ayyyyyye
I put that Iraq in my rap
Bout two rounds in your back
Fuck around and you'll get clapped
I don't fuckin' battle rap
I send killers where you at
Hit your momma with the gat
Your lady, your baby, I'm crazy, fuck rap

[Chorus] [The New Royals]
This city lights
They burn so bright
I watch from skyline to paradise
Out of control
And out of desire
Fall out of me
Fall out of me
And into this fire

[Verse Three]
Intermission
Intuition
Into position, let's begin mission
Slave to ambition
Fame the addiction
I quit cold turkey, the money my prescription
Broke, nope, never goin' back that's ammunition
Money hungry, stomach growlin', hear it if you listen
Pay attention
A boss is talkin'
See that's why these other rappers can't compare
They rap bout money, I'm really a millionaire
They rap about foreign trips, I really go there
Ayyyyye
You a rap star
I'm a rock star
You a snitch, might as well drive a cop car
The o-zone gettin' thinner, my pockets gettin' fatter
The world might end, I'm rich bitch, it don't matter
On Judgment Day I'm blinged out in a wife beater
Still get through them pearly gates, I'll just pay off Peter

[Chorus] [The New Royals]
This city lights
They burn so bright
I watch from skyline to paradise
Out of control
And out of desire
Fall out of me
Fall out of me
And into this fire

[No lyrics]

What. People. Do. For. Money. [x2]

[Chorus]
(People do)
Anything is
(What people do)
Fuck bein' broke as shit
Need to be posted rich
(People do)
Wicked as
(What people do for money)
It's do or die
(For money)
(People do)
Grind is
(What people do)
This weight don't get you paid
No way to situate
(What people do)
Work is
(What people do for money)
We hustlin'
(For money)

[Verse One]
(People do)
All types of shit
Your own granny might blam you for a chunk of your chips
Your own family rip you off on some Gary Coleman shit
Blood is thicker than water, but not a stack of hundreds
It's been true since the beginnin' of time
Remember Judas betrayed Christ for a couple of shines
You done heard this shit 'bout a billion fuckin' times
But money makes the world go 'round, bottom line
Man it's crazy
(What people do)
For the moola, cheese
Green, dividends
Stoop so low, they even rob they best friends
They ain't got no shame, it's a fucked up game
In the streets, niggas kill for a dollar bill
Now imagine what they do for a record deal

[Chorus]
(People do)
Cheatin' is
(What people do)
Act like they needy for it
Because they greedy for it
(People do)
Lyin' is
(What people do for money)
People betray you
(For money)
(People do)
Stab you in the back is
(What people do)
Your mind inflictin' pain for a meal ticket gain
(People do)
Sell they soul is
(What people do for money)
People will kill you
(For money)

[Verse Two]
(People do)
They shadiest tricks
Have you ghost writin' for 'em, ain't payin' you shit
Open up for 'em, they ain't payin' a cent
Forget the times you loaned 'em money, helped them pay they rent
Slept on your floor
Wore your clothes
He had to borrow your car, but won't let you drive the Rolls
That's cold
So cold (brrrrrr)
Why can't niggas ever stick to the code?
But see that's just
(What people do)
For the cream, cheddar, paper, skrilla
Betray family, they own hood, sound familiar?
It's so sad but true
Better listen to the lyrics, it can happen to you
(Cause money makes the world act a fool)

[Chorus]
Hatin' is
(What people do)
Plottin' to leave you stuck
To fill they pocket up
(What people do)
Foul is
(What people do for money)
People will set you up
(For money)
(People do)
Jack you is
(What people do)
To rob you at random
To get a ransom
(People do)
Evil is
(What people do for money)
People are scandalous
(For money)

[Verse Three]
(What people do)
Anything and everything
Name it it's been done
A billion times and countin', nothin' new under the sun
Pimpin', lyin', cheatin', stealin'
Snitchin', whorin', don't forget killin'
Cause niggas ain't playin'
Been poppin' motherfuckers since the cavemen
Like some kill they parents just for the inheritance
Others may for money push they spouse off the terrace (AHHHHHHH!)
Then cash that check
For that lucci, lettuce, pesos, Benjamins
It's even bigger, money hustlin' religion
Pastors to Pope's makin' money like it's dope
Slangin' dreams to the fiends got 'em hooked on hope
It's so wicked

[Chorus]
(People do)
Pimpin' is
(What people do)
Cause sex sells
It collects mail
(People do)
Hoein' is
(What people do for money)
Some give up they bodies
(For money)
(People do)
Preachin' is
(What people do)
Because the gift of gab
Can get you grips of cash
(People do)
Turn you out is
(What people do for money)
Motherfuckers lose it
(For money)
(People do)
Cause money makes the world act a fool
(People do)
(For money)
Cause money makes the world act a fool

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[No lyrics]

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[Intro] [Busta Rhymes talking]
Hey yo
Aftermath is my family nigga!
Yeah
Fuck you want to know what size shoe I wear for?
When I could put a fuckin mule's shoe in your chest cavity nigga!
Yeah, Bishop Lamont, Busta Rhymes, bitch!

[Verse One] [Bishop Lamont]
Fuck that, bear arms, it's my constitutional right
Wild, wild west, this is how we fight
See death around the corner, every day, every night
Act a fool, I pack a tool, unscrew your bug light
What it do, be cool, or be cool in the morgue tonight
I'm hot new, but not new to the game, alright?
La's move, I ain't got shit to prove
Unlike you fag ass rappers that's baggers on youtube
Subliminal disses, yeah I caught you
And you, and you, and you, but where's your album debut?
You see a bitch when you peer in the mirror, I'm not you
I'm grown, I've been dropped out of fuckin high school
And my backpack nigga is where I tuck that tool
I'll be waitin in your kitchen to hop out like Zool
I don't jet, I'll promise that
If you niggaz really know what's good
You don't really want no problems (OHH!)
Check

[Chorus] [Busta Rhymes]
When the leather strapped with the horse
And we ridin through "Desperado" style knick
Sick, the way a motherfucker spit 'til I'm hoarse
And you know that's how I do it all the while prick (OH!)
And you don't want no problems bitch (just get to kissin the curb)
See you don't want me poppin snitch (just get to kissin the curb)
I don't care if you a trick (just get to kissin the curb)
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
This motherfucker think he slick (just get to kissin the curb)
I'm sayin

[Verse Two] [Bishop Lamont]
Tough guy, every motherfuckin rhymer
When I catch 'em in the street they delicate as fine china
Bitch ass "na" got sand in they vagina
Get shook they like "wha" like The Spoof was behind 'em
I'm no Spector but the tech bro
Go through all's flow, come get ya
Wet ya, you pearl tongue
Clitoris, I'm serious, equivalent to none
Aftermath, yeah you know I got to say it
Only 'cause I know you jealous bitch niggaz hate it
Probably caught your girl on myspace
When she fuckin you, she seein my face
That boy shinin, so you know about that REDRUM
But fuck with me, better duck when them sounds come

[Chorus]

[Verse Three] [Bishop Lamont]
F-f-fresh I get, f-f-fresh I spit
Hot girls, got even stone dykes on my dick
It's not a figment, of my imagination
Just a benefit, of Dre affiliation
Pimp genetics, natural charm, good conversation
But fuck the broads bro, back to my battle station
Who want it? You goin to get it
I FedEx it to your house, same day send it
Entrepreneur homeboy, I'm with the business
Blue collar, bloody your collar
If they said you dead, I ain't got to spend a dollar (nope)
It's free of charge when you know the Don Dada
I know O.O.G.'s probably rob your father's father
If you ain't prepared to die, motherfucker don't bother

[Chorus]

[Intro - Busta Rhymes - talking] (*echo*)
Hey yo
Aftermath is my family nigga!
Yeah
Fuck you want to know what size shoe I wear for?
When I could put a fuckin mule's shoe in your chest cavity nigga!
Yeah, Bishop Lamont, Busta Rhymes, bitch!

[Verse 1 - Bishop Lamont]
Fuck that, bear arms, it's my constitutional right
Wild, wild west, this is how we fight
See death around the corner, every day, every night
Act a fool, I pack a tool, unscrew your bug light
What it do, be cool, or be cool in the morgue tonight
I'm hot new, but not new to the game, alright?
La's move, I ain't got shit to prove
Unlike you fag ass rappers that's baggers on youtube
Subliminal disses, yeah I caught you
And you, and you, and you, but where's your album debut?
You see a bitch when you peer in the mirror, I'm not you
I'm grown, I've been dropped out of fuckin high school
And my backpack nigga is where I tuck that tool
I'll be waitin in your kitchen to hop out like Zool

[Chorus - Busta Rhymes] - w/ ad libs
I don't jet, I'll promise that
If you niggaz really know what's good
You don't really want no problems (OHH!)
Check

When the leather strapped with the horse
And we ridin through "Desperado" style knick
Sick, the way a motherfucker spit 'til I'm hoarse
And you know that's how I do it all the while prick (OH!)
And you don't want no problems bitch (just get to kissin the curb)
See you don't want me poppin snitch (just get to kissin the curb)
I don't care if you a trick (just get to kissin the curb)
This motherfucker think he slick (just get to kissin the curb)
I'm sayin

[Verse 2 - Bishop Lamont]
Tough guy, every motherfuckin rhymer
When I catch 'em in the street they delicate as fine china
Bitch ass "na" got sand in they vagina
Get shook they like "wha" like The Spoof was behind 'em
I'm no Spector but the tech bro
Go through all's flow, come get ya
Wet ya, you pearl tongue
Clitoris, I'm serious, equivalent to none
Aftermath, yeah you know I got to say it
Only 'cause I know you jealous bitch niggaz hate it
Probably caught your girl on myspace
When she fuckin you, she seein my face
That boy shinin, so you know about that REDRUM
But fuck with me, better duck when them sounds come

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Bishop Lamont]
F-f-fresh I get, f-f-fresh I spit
Hot girls, got even stone dykes on my dick
It's not a figment, of my imagination
Just a benefit, of Dre affiliation
Pimp genetics, natural charm, good conversation
But fuck the broads bro, back to my battle station
Who want it? You goin to get it
I FedEx it to your house, same day send it
Entrepreneur homeboy, I'm with the business
Blue collar, bloody your collar
If they said you dead, I ain't got to spend a dollar (nope)
It's free of charge when you know the Don Dada
I know O.O.G.'s probably rob your father's father
If you ain't prepared to die, motherfucker don't bother

[Chorus]

[No lyrics]

[Intro] [Bishop talking]
I feel like...you wake up in the morning...
Like a Saturday morning and the sun's comin' through the window.
You're feelin' real right. That's a blessing. Any day you can wake up.
You can't waste a second, can't waste a minute.
Definitely not an hour. You got one life to live.

[Verse One]
Till Jesus come back and prove that fact
We only live once so go and get yo stack
You can take a picture but you can't take it back
Life ain't in VHS, we can't rewind that
Get a pain in your chest and it just might be a wrap
Six Feet Under like the show and that's that
Tomorrow don't exist 'til you wake up in it
Time ain't dependable, don't wait for a minute
Cause life has seldom ever been a faithful bitch
See she love to flirt with death, can't keep a relationship
So therefore, I'm a player for life
Live everyday like a bachelor
Fuck a wife
You got a dream baby, go on and dream it
But wake up if you sleepin', that's the wrong place to see it
You gotta be alive, survive and strive to be it
I walk a path of blind faith but need no eye dog to see it

[Chorus 1]
I ain't go no wealth but I got my health
It's a gift to wake up, time to better myself
See the sun in the sky
Feelin' like I can fly up that high
I'll never let another day pass me by
Win or lose but at least Lord I try
It's time to smile, ain't no tears left to cry
Somehow, someway I'll get by
Everyday

[Verse Two]
Ain't nothin' in life guaranteed but death
So why debate about that, it's a waste of breath
Fuck what you spend, it's about what you got left
There's no alphabetical order, no tellin' who's next
Rollin' past the cemetery knowin' I'm blessed
Yeah life's hard but I prefer the stress
Cause that headstone's harder when you're a permanent guest
We can all be deceased, I don't mind being depressed
Any day's a good day, even one's that weren't the best
On the freeway that could be me in a fatal car wreck
Plane crash, gun blast, cancer in my chest
And still even then you got a fightin' chance
So don't stop movin' til the end of the dance
And when the music stops make the beat with your hands
I'ma kick this real shit until I kick the can
Just cause we do, life don't have to stick to a plan

[Chorus 2]
I ain't got no time to waste
I got to get it while the gettin' is good 'fore I'm up outta this place
I ain't got no time to waste
I got hopes, I got dreams that I'm tryin' to chase
I ain't got no time to waste
I'ma make it, I'ma take it to the top cause haters said I can't
I ain't got no time to waste
I'ma grind, shine, make my momma proud and put a smile on her face
Yeah

[Verse Three]
Who am I?
The answers much deeper
For now let's just say I'm your motivational speaker
Street surgeon general for ghetto individuals
Feelin' like Chernobyl when you're almost in critical
I can't turn water into wine, make a miracle
But I can spit a rhyme to make your life more livable
Conjoined twins feel the same pain, there's struggle's identical
Like Tomax and ?, I've been where you finna go
If I don't change a life what the fuck I'm rappin' fo'?
This ain't the W but I can open the do'
The rest is on you, you better know what to do
Chances don't come with instructions, if any very few
Opportunity knocks and seldom calls
It pass you By like Pharcyde if you ain't on the ball
No guts no glory with my back on the wall
Whatever life might throw, I'll be ready to brawl

[Chorus 1]
I ain't go no wealth but I got my health
It's a gift to wake up, time to better myself
See the sun in the sky
Feelin' like I can fly up that high
I'll never let another day pass me by
Win or lose but at least Lord I try
It's time to smile, ain't no tears left to cry
Somehow, someway I'll get by
Everyday

[Chorus]
I can't figure it, I can't figure it out
Out
I can't figure it, I can't figure it out
Out
Always on my mind
I can feel you now

[Verse One]
As a child I asked Jesus why
Why you let the good die?
Too often, too early
We got to say goodbye
Is it even worth to try?
What was preached, what we reached when we touched the sky
Or is it just a fuckin' lie?
So many funerals, I can't even fuckin' cry
Just get drunk and smoke, let my brains fry
I seen niggas smoke, right before my eyes
Couple inches closer coulda been me in some niggas rhymes
Strange times
I just read the signs
Goin' out of business, need a witness, it's the end times
Don't know where we goin'
But we goin' fast
Outta control, feel like the globe about to crash
Earthquakes, hurricanes, floods is all the news flash
Everyday get hotter
Nowhere near summer
So the streets is hotter
Raise the murder number
With all this evil gotta be a God, I sit and wonder

[Chorus]
(I can't figure it, I can't figure it out
Out)
Why the fuck we always gotta struggle?
Wake up, hit the block, gotta hustle
Never get a break, it's always more trouble
(I can't figure it, I can't figure it out
Out)
Why we poor and ain't got no money
No food, gotta go to sleep hungry
Survivin' in a cold world that really don't want me
(Always on my mind)
All the people not here today
(I can feel you now)
Why the Lord have to take you away?

[Verse Two]
Behold The Rider Of The Pale Horse
Niggas need to read more than just skimmin' through the fuckin' Source
It's got a soft course
Of course
That's how it's suppose to be, just look more closely
You probably not gonna like what you're gonna see
I'm on the streets but still don't feel free
What the pigs do?
Beat me, cuff me
What the judge do?
Sentence me, fuck me
To a small box, the ghetto's biggest cell blocks
We in prison too , but can't see the locks
Real life Matrix, can't unplug or escape it
Livin' in this society, just a bunch of fake shit
Feel like Kanye, wanna take a +Spaceship+
Fly away, fly away and never come back
But gravities a bitch, she always pull me back
Every time I try to fly
I just fall flat

[Chorus]
(I can't figure it, I can't figure it out
Out)
Why the fuck we always gotta struggle?
Wake up hit the block, gotta hustle
Never get a break, it's always more trouble
(I can't figure it, I can't figure it out
Out)
Why we poor and ain't got no money?
No food, gotta go to sleep hungry
Survivin' in a cold world that really don't want me
(Always on my mind)
All the people not here today
(I can feel you now)
Why the Lord have to take you away?

[Verse Three]
The rich gettin' richer, the poor gettin' poorer
The sick gettin' sick of gettin' fucked over and over
They waitin' on Christ
Allah
Jehovah
To save they lives, help 'em rise up, keep they hopes up
Negligentpresident
Keep the nation broke up
A family sends his soldiers to get blown up
Sons, daughters, mothers, fathers come back in pine boxes
They died for nothin', George Bush ain't even fuckin' bother
Little faggot, got a question little bastard
Since you started all this shit why your kids ain't get drafted?
America, America, home of the brave
Would have sacrificed they own people just to get paid
Keep us afraid
Keep us confused
Fightin' each other, can't tell who's who
Amidst all this shit, my granny back on life support
Got my hand in her hand, feel her breaths gettin' short
I'm like

[Chorus]
(I can't figure it, I can't figure it out
Out)
Why the fuck we always gotta struggle?
Wake up hit the block, gotta hustle
Never get a break, it's always more trouble
(I can't figure it, I can't figure it out
Out)
Why we poor and ain't got no money?
No food, gotta go to sleep hungry
Survivin' in a cold world that really don't want me
(Always on my mind)
All the people not here today
(I can feel you now)
Why the Lord have to take you away?

[No lyrics]

My crack is working!

[Chorus]
Why you wanna piss Bishop off like this?
Da da da da da da
You better stay off his dick and mind yo business
Da da da da da da
Homie it's just too much money, why you actin' greedy?
Da da da da da da
You better get down or lay down right now
Da da da da da da

[Verse One]
You nigga gon' learn to respect the new west
Resistance is useless, statistics deduce this
I'ma shut 'em down like Tha Row did Ruthless
You niggas can't stop evolution
Dinosaur's been extinct, what's y'all excuse then?
You outta touch with the streets
You can lie about your age but can't hide your crows feet
You ain't appealin' to the children
Tryin' to dance like Chris Brown but you look like Charlie Wilson
(Shaba daba tweet tweet tweet tweet)
I ain't hatin', I'm just statin' the facts
Even the greatest of the greats must succumb to that
Even Michael Jordan homie, had to hang up his hat
Get down or lay down it's as simple as that

[Chorus]
Why you wanna piss Bishop off like this?
Da da da da da da
You better stay off his dick and mind yo business
Da da da da da da
Homie it's just too much money, why you actin' greedy?
Da da da da da da
You better get down or lay down right now
Da da da da da da

[Verse Two]
I'm here now and won't be denied
Plus I carpooled and brought along new niggas for the ride
And I got Warren G in the passenger side
I'm ridin' for your ? till I'm old I die
Then we gon' do it all again nigga, ball in the sky
My new west niggas put some smoke in the air
And push these old hater niggas out they fuckin' wheelchairs (Church!)
You know who you is
I used to wanna be like you, I was a dumb ass kid
For believin' all the bullshit you never did
You lied to the streets, tried to keep the truth hid
Don't make me expose you, I got the negatives
Negative ain't what I promote
I'm tryin' to feed families give the streets some hope

[Chorus] [x2]
Why you wanna piss Bishop off like this?
Da da da da da da
You better stay off his dick and mind yo business
Da da da da da da
Homie it's just too much money, why you actin' greedy?
Da da da da da da
You better get down or lay down right now
Da da da da da da

[Intro] [Bishop talking]
Ahhh. Ha ha ha ha. Jeah, live and direct, somewhere over your motherfuckin' heads.
It's your boy Bishop Lamont, Taje, Indef. You know what time it is. J1 on the boards. I'm drinkin' again! You know what we about. (The Bizness)

[Verse One]
Deja Vu brah
Before I met her, I already knew her
Slutty dame, sexy thang, a peruah
A gymnast, loved to be flipped
Somersault with a twist
Could have won the gold at the Olympics
Sprinkle manure, I'm on that pimp shit
Never see my sweat
My game like Clear Stick
Yeah, I'm buff motherfucker but I ain't Melle Mel
Love makin' songs for the bitches, I guess I'm LL
But no mic on the arm, just an 18 tatted on my python
News flash, guess who L.A. got they eye on?
Little niggas talk big shit after you hop off my dick, hop back into your Scion
What's the fuss about?
Haters shut your mouth
Deep down inside, admit it, you just wanna hang out
Touch Dre's muscles, ride Aftermath's dick
You faggots talk about me more than my ex-bitch

[Chorus]
Why you niggas all on me?
Want me?
Jealous fellas gossipin' like a bitch
Maybe it's cause you're lonely
And you want me
No thank you, faggots stay off my dick
Why you niggas all on me?
You don't don't know me
Fuck you niggas, y'all ain't shit
Momma always told me
Don't be
A playa hatin' punk ass bitch

[Verse Two] [Taje]
They say Taje is vicious
Stay gone off blunt and swishers
All it takes is one listen
To make your misses my mistress
I read the mayo on bitches
Y'all know I handle business
Known to knock out any rapper/producer or DJ senseless
Now bottoms up girl
No not them bottles girl
I love your face but that ass could be a model girl
I'm greedy and grotesque
Free Scorpio till death
Never needed them jewels, my skin bright enough to shine it's damn self
When they gonna catch up to me?
When they gonna catch up to P?
Been a millennium ahead before we ever hooked up with the D.R.E.
That's why the money pilin'
That's why we be on islands
Y'all niggas talk away, I'm Andre 5000
We don't even need no toilets
That's what them rappers fo'
We shit on them take they music, wipe and roll
Then Mop & Glo
The flow is cold, Antarctica, North Pole
When I drop
Timber, I'll let you know

[Chorus]
Why you niggas all on me?
Want me?
Jealous fellas gossipin' like a bitch
Maybe it's cause you're lonely
And you want me
No thank you, faggots stay off my dick
Why you niggas all on me?
You don't don't know me
Fuck you niggas, y'all ain't shit
Momma always told me
Don't be
A playa hatin' punk ass bitch

[Verse Three] [Indef]
You force yourself to rap
And long to hold to the mic
You niggas look like you carry Kotex and baby wipes
So put my nuts down
I'm sure they gettin' heavy
A few songs and now I'm charged like an Eveready
Cliché, DJ Swine
And said I'm no good
And overlook my view like the hills in Hollywood
And niggas wish they was hard, maybe part of The Order
Until your Rover gets filled with holes the size of quarters
I'm no killer just a
Lost nigga for my
Safety, I'll skin ya alive like a chinchilla
I've been cold, you ain't nothin'
I live through the winter
I am what you ain't, I'm such a fuckin' nigga
Serious, I'm beyond the mix
And quick to get pumped up and start some shit
Inch by inch I fill the room
There's no more room on my dick so leave me alone

[Chorus]
Why you niggas all on me?
Want me?
Jealous fellas gossipin' like a bitch
Maybe it's cause you're lonely
And you want me
No thank you, faggots stay off my dick
Why you niggas all on me?
You don't don't know me
Fuck you niggas, y'all ain't shit
Momma always told me
Don't be
A playa hatin' punk ass bitch

[Verse One]
Same time you listenin' to this tape
The G-8 done already, decided our fate
Somewhere up in Scottland or Ireland, whatever
Sound like Mason and I don't mean in Bedford
Yeah
All hell 'bout to break loose
Whoops, too late, hop the gate they done flown the coup
The preachers say I better pray to get my sins cleared
Or end up in Hell, but shit I'm already there
Hate, murder, mutalation, molestation, devastation
Starvation, all in our nation
And that crack got 'em trapped, crazy out they head
Watchin' fiends on the streets is like watchin' Dawn Of The Dead
But these are real life zombies
While she lookin' for a fix her daughter lookin' for her mommy
And that H.I.V. murkin' niggas somethin' lethal
I ain't gotta watch Sixth Sense to see dead people

[Chorus]
The greatest trick ever performed
Wasn't by Harry Houdini, David Copperfield or Black Stone
The greatest trick ever performed
Wasn't by Willie Lynch, Adolf Hitler or Jim Jones
The greatest trick ever performed
Wasn't the election, 9/11 or the weapons of mass destruction
No, no
You wanna know what it is?
It's the devil makin' the world think he didn't exist
Yeah

[Verse Two]
If ignorance is bliss then what the fuck is this?
Children play, get blown away but bullets strayin' don't miss
Didn't know about death but it still exists
Witness they very last breath as they eye's go stiff
I pray they lord lift 'em up and God give 'em a kiss
It's better than down here, ain't got to suffer and shit
I've been broke so long I tend to forget
How it feel to buy a meal without stamps or WIC
Is it me or are these babies growin' up too quick
Just yesterday she was a baby now she got one on her hip
Tryin' hard to hang on but she's losin' her grip
And that deadbeat nigga ain't givin' her shit
Just more heartache then he up and split
Baby's eye's like his but sayin' it ain't his kid
Got her faith on the edge and she's 'bout to slip
Devil got her thinkin' God done abandoned ship

[Chorus]
The greatest trick ever performed
Wasn't by Harry Houdini, David Copperfield or Black Stone
The greatest trick ever performed
Wasn't by Willie Lynch, Adolf Hitler or Jim Jones
The greatest trick ever performed
Wasn't the election, 9/11 or the weapons of mass destruction
No, no
You wanna know what it is?
It's the devil makin' the world think he didn't exist
Yeah

[Verse Three]
I see the world apocalyptic, the truth's been encrypted
The human life scripted and from that depicted
Now that's not realistic
It's trite and quite twisted
Bad new, never good news, tune in, don't miss it
Channel 2 through 5 got a high speed chase
Same thing on 7 plus the clerk got shot in the face
Probably a robbery
Change channels, follow me
9 and 11 show the same ole' economy
Deficit, half the shit, I flip the channel quick
But 13 showin' all of that
Plus a missin' kid
That good kidnapped by a punk ass chump
Found a car in the field, guess what they found in the trunk?
I hear 'em in the wind, laughin' and callin'
Got me feelin' just like Denzel did in Fallen
Half crazy but I know the Devil's real
Shit, I should know
I signed a record deal

[Chorus]
The greatest trick ever performed
Wasn't by Harry Houdini, David Copperfield or Black Stone
The greatest trick ever performed
Wasn't by Willie Lynch, Adolf Hitler or Jim Jones
The greatest trick ever performed
Wasn't the election, 9/11 or the weapons of mass destruction
No, no
You wanna know what it is?
It's the devil makin' the world think he didn't exist
Yeah