Rap Lyrics
“Remember one thing Through every dark night, there’s a bright day after that. So no matter how hard it get, stick your chest out. Keep your head up, and handle it."
- Tupac -
What Happened?
When I was a young youth,
nothing but trouble and nothing to lose,
had to become hard if you're gonna run the streets,
toughened myself up, put on some meat.
Acted the role, got myself a rep that people would fear,
Never backed down, never a care,
Learn't to hustle, learn't the flow,
Better get wise and stay alert, better learn to grow,
otherwise find your teeth on the urban jungle's concrete,
son you better quickly learn the rules of the street.
kicking with my boys, smoking the endo,
another typical night, oh oh here comes the po po,
splitting all directions, runnin' from the man,
all the while holding on to my pants,
Just another typical night when hangin' on the streets.
trying to avoid the police running their beat.
Come on now lil punk ass fool thinkin' you're tough?
I'll taken you down like I'm holding a Royal Flush.
Never stop thinking for a minute, cause one things absolute,
Never try to step up on me, learn your place, don't overshoot.
Don't want to act the fool so they can prosecute me,
Rather not end up in an orange numbered jump suit heading for County.
Nothin' ever changing, some ol life, still gang bangin',
Trying to make a little money, trying to make a livin',
Do whatever I can because I ain't gonna be going to heaven,
That's what the Devil told me, son there's no use beggin',
Tried to make a plea, can't find no relief from dispossession,
Now paying for my transgression is the moral story of this lesson.
Red and blue lights flashing, another senseless casualty from the crack of a '45 blasting,
As the news is flashing, got them head scratching, leaving their viewers gasping,
At the violence in the street, discarded youth obsolete, gang fights indiscreet,
now as they zip up my black body bag, my breathe is gone, I can no longer brag,
About being a street soldier, gave up my dog tag, as I'm now heading for my grave,
Don't cry because you couldn't save me, wish I could guarantee you my soul is free.
Hood Rat's
Hey stop and listen up ya'll now
Gotta a little story I'll allow
you to know, so lend me your fucking ear,
this is something you all gotta hear,
about how it's like being a thug
no place for pretenders, sit back smoke some bud,
kickin' in the hood slanging glocks with slugs,
living a life of crime pimpin' n selling drugs,
where little homies runnin' with Crip's or Bloods.
Sally tricking the corner for the dope man
don't make too much so she's living out of a van,
drop a $5 bill on her for a dirty gummer hummer,
now you gotta drop a G for the cure such a bummer
gonna keep you out of action all fucking summer.
Never pay for a dirty assed hood rat's next supper,
so son take your sorry ass on to a cleaner corner,
look at the nasty trick you ain't no Stevie Wonder,
ya gotta be wise so they don't play ya like a sucker
otherwise you're gonna hate life go ahead and suffer.
Gat's sounding off like soldiers in the air
homies be on alert so you better be aware,
you never know if it's someone creeping by
'cause it just may be your time to die,
best remember the rules of life still apply
you don't want to look the devil in the eyes
your fate is sealed when you're an OG
given a guilty verdict like you were OJ
because eventually we all gotta pay
for the lifestyle that we livin' everyday.
Kids hanging on the corner selling Mary Jane,
news reporting about another fool being slain,
Cocoa puff's, cocoa puff's smoking that cain,
burning your brains and money down that drain,
slapping your arms trying to find another vein.
Just a part of the life of being a hood rat,
keeping an eye out for buckshot going splat splat
trying to take over your turf with loaded gat's
sounds firing off like rat-tat-tat-tat
stupid motherfuckers laying dead flat on their backs.
It ain't easy living the life of a hood rat,
there's no moral to these stores just a fact,
Of how life in the hoods can be attractive,
if you want to survive you best be proactive,
cause the hood can be cruel to those who are weak
prospects for a brighter future is gray and bleak
when you learned all your ways from the streets
cheating death before 21 for many is quite the feat.
Now it's time to end this educational rhyme
I'll just drop this mic because I've ran out of time.
Contenders and Pretenders
So many claim to be real contenders
silly motherfuckers just pretenders,
think they can drop better rhymes than me
ops, look at their pants they just peed,
no one else can stand up beside me
silly wabbit you better go and flea
I keep looking for those contenders
when all I keep on getting are pretenders
trying to be cool but looking like Ned Flanders
hang your head the verdict has been rendered
your game is weak I'm sorry to break it
I'll blow your mind and send you into orbit.
Nothing but contenders and pretenders
yeah they come in both genders,
nothing but contenders and pretenders
lacking any flare or splendor,
all there are is contenders and pretenders,
pretenders and contenders.
Got yourself some trailer park trash
she makes a splash spending your cash
loves cheap wine and bubble gum hash
do anything she wants, bats an eyelash
playing you along like a fucking fool
gonna break your heart 'cause she's cruel,
boy you never learn gotta go back to school
to learn all over again the simple rules
of the game on how not to be fucking abused
says she's in love and leaving you confused
She strings you along like she's a contender
only gonna play you 'cause she's a pretender.
Nothing but contenders and pretenders
yeah they come in both genders,
nothing but contenders and pretenders
lacking any flare or splendor,
all there are is contenders and pretenders,
pretenders and contenders.
lyrics so tight they'll make you ill
I spit them out like the Man of Steel
faster than speeding bullets they kill
when they ladies hear me the squeal
no one else can step up to my skills
close your mouth before any more shit spills
out your yap you no good fucking pretender
sit back down you'll never ever be a contender.
Let me re-introduce you to real hip-hop
my words more dangerous and a 9mm glock
I'll strip you down like a chop-shop
tired of ripping you apart so it's time to stop.
Street Corner Battles
I grew up on the streets
listened to fat hard beats
flowing from the mouth of young youth
battling you like they were Babe Ruth,
watch out for the verbal assassinator
Take you out like I was the terminator
with lyrical poetic forms
you're not up against the fucking norm.
So it's the 1, 2, 3 to the 4
gonna drop your ass to the floor
with my abilities to score
the masses begging me for more
rhymes I can fucking throw at ya
bow down acknowledge your master
What? You look like someone capped you
stop crying like you've just been abused.
You better practice your flow
if you want to step up toe to toe
otherwise it's time for your ass to go
sorry homie for your lack of mojo,
I drop the mic because I'm hot
don't mean to leave you on the spot
look at your complete and utter silence
I just ended you without the use of violence.