I said
Hell yeah, pop that
I need all that in my hand
Hell yeah, pop that
Only real can understand
Hell yeah, pop that
Who in here that's high tonight?
Hell yeah, pop that
Tell em don't believe the hype
I got
Dirt on my knuckles
Blood in my eye
L's I done tooken a couple
So I ain't scared to cry
I'm the boy, I'm the God
I'm the man in the mirror
Mike Jack Rasta
Dreadlock thriller
In the valley, in the shadows
In the valley, South end Seattle
Hol up, yeah
In the valley, in the shadows
South End of Seattle
You was up the creek
Without a paddle
Ooh you lookin rattled
You can't tattle round here
Cuz them snitches getting stitches
And we dig it up clear
Take you outta the city
Kick it down - Des Moines
Talkin bout - the Boys
Yeah they rollin - Toys
Pop pop - NOISE
You ain't finna say nothin
Why you talkin? you bluffin
That's the end of discussion
Nigga get yo butt kicked
Kickin the bucket
Niggas like, fuck it
Gimme that dollar bill
Or you gonna get that buck
I said
Hell yeah, pop that
I need all that in my hand
Hell yeah, pop that
Only real can understand
Hell yeah, pop that
Who in here that's high tonight?
Hell yeah, pop that
Tell em don't believe the hype
I got
Dirt on my knuckles
Blood in my eye
L's I done tooken a couple
So I ain't scared to cry
I'm the boy, I'm the God
I'm the man in the mirror
Mike Jack Rasta
Dreadlock thriller
Wins don't come without the losses
If you shooting, you a target
I done seen a lot of lil homies die
And to the game I gotta charge it
Trapping out they garages
Making beats in they apartment
In the gang and on a scholarship
Tears fall and we holla RIP
Yeah I gotta acknowledge it
Out the hood and went to college quick
Saw the rain fall on my friends
And I ain't wanna get caught in it
Ten years later
Gettin to the paper
Started organizations
Traveled round the nations
Japan out to Haiti
And still ain't nothin change
28 and on Graham Street
And I'm standing in the rain
28 and on Graham Street
And I'm standing in the rain
No umbrella