Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everybody Wants a Name, artist - Big Mike
Date of issue: 07.04.1997
Song language: English
Everybody Wants a Name |
My lil' partner be talkin about it’s been approximately |
Five years and four months from the day |
That all these niggas done came up around his way, what can he say |
You can ask Shelley, and even she’ll say (hey) |
These niggas be callin themselves big shots ever since he been away |
Even Dante got a little size upon his chest |
Maybe it’s from the reinforced teflon vest |
But nevertheless, he takes it all in stride |
Talkin about (these niggas got theirs, it’s only right that I gets mine) |
Nah, don’t go near them niggas, son, you might get shot |
Believe me when I tell you: things ain’t the same on the block |
They got Glocks and shit done changed |
For a buck and some change |
They might blow out your muthafuckin brains |
These niggas ain’t thinkin when they’re tryin to get a piece |
The only peace you better get is of mind |
And stay your ass inside |
Wide eyes actin sheif and shitty |
For attention hoe-ass niggas’ll have a mortician ready to fit me |
For a suit and casket, it’s gettin drastic |
My nigga got hit in his shit, some say he was askin |
For trouble, true, and he found it with a .44 mag |
They took him out in his jag (yo man went out bad) |
Such a sad, sad song if you ask me |
Blood on his t-shirt and khakis, brain in the back seats |
(Goddamn) that’s exactly what I said |
But now my nigga’s dead behind that fast life that he led |
Shedded some tears, but they all got wiped away |
I love my nigga, I put his name on my license plate |
I live my life this way cause that way’ll get a nigga stank |
No more smokin dank on suicide quests for bank |
I puts it down on tape and reap the benefits |
Like the smart niggas who grew up and quit that shit |
Life is precious, cherish it while you have it |
It’s enough loot to go around for everybody to live lavish |
Everybody wants a name |
Everybody wants the fame |
People playin suicide games |
Tell me who’s to blame |
For all the pain and things |
That we can’t explain |
Partner, it’s cold outside, and the temperature’s steady droppin |
But these niggas ain’t stoppin as long as drugs sales are poppin |
They clockin a grand a day, muthafuck what the man will say |
Villains kidnappin to kill a nigga, and they plans to stay |
So when I sleep, I sleep with one eye closed |
Cos the fellas ain’t the only ones schemin, even fly hoes |
I knows this, I seen it all in their fangs |
I stay alert cause muthafuckas do dirt with half a chance |
And I plans to be around, not six feet in the ground |
Kickin back with other blacks enjoyin the sound |
Of our kids comin up in a similar fashion |
Makin it happen, gettin theirs without askin |
Until then I keep on rollin with the punches |
Collectin dough in bunches, layin my head on plush shit |
A hunch kid,'ll get your ass a long stay |
But a little bit of faith’ll carry a nigga a long way |
Now, show me a man who ain’t afraid to die, and I show you five |
Choose a rule, so partner, choose your side |
Recognize with your own eyes this ain’t no false statement |
I’m from New Orleans, where bullshit ain’t shakin |
You gots to qualify, be down to die |
These punk-ass niggas around my way thinkin they hard made it hot outside |
You got your pride, I got my love |
I’m too swift with the gift, you find no blood on my black glove |
Now I’m above all that chitter-chatter |
But a year ago you was about to throw a blow, now tell me what’s the matter |
Collect the data, I had a year to put this out |
I got one more bomb in my palm, now bet I miss your house |
Now is you is or is you ain’t? |
Ready to put your goddamn life on the line for that bank |
You better think, but partner don’t think too long |
My people stay strong, we know where we belong |