Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tenn Points , by - Cool Breeze. Release date: 22.03.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tenn Points |
| Hey playas, this is Peaches |
| And we comin’up on the new millennium, year 2K |
| And I’mma give you 3 points to keep you in the game |
| Point 1 — Call and meet, ??, pay ya debt |
| Point 2 — Don’t hate the haters |
| They cloudin’your judgement |
| And 3, never let 'em know what you’re thinkin' |
| Hey, I was introduced to fame by way of mouth |
| I was rappin’on this tape, and the rap was about |
| How for my folks, and for mine, I forever stay down |
| And represent this town, and for that, I’ll be crowned |
| It’s been known that my attitude’ll reach it’s peak |
| That’s right |
| But never has it once stopped the way that I think |
| I know the speakers addin’bricks to the path you lay |
| And to be is to live everything you say |
| I read once that if you die, the people couldn’t forget |
| That your eternal flame will forever stay lit |
| One day I’ll leave this place and add another star to the sky |
| But all of my creations, they never would die |
| I told you dirty Jed Clampett tried to front me some weight |
| This time he pushed me in his house, and had it layed on the plate |
| He had stacks of it packed all down in these crates |
| Stampin’BDF, nothin’but that flake |
| See, the only way the Southcoast will ever become |
| We gotta all come together, and become as one |
| When they say What’s your name? |
| We say Where you from? |
| When they What you say? |
| We say Come get some! |
| We make any click or crew, run and call the cops |
| Picallo said play with the bomb, and y’all get knocked off top |
| History is proven and will lead you right |
| The acts you commit will be recorded for life (for life) |
| 1 — You did it before, you’ll do it again |
| All this pain got me goin’through recovery |
| Withdrawl pains from my ghetto life and concrete streets |
| Get it how you live, I live hard, that’s how I get it Execute them punk niggas that ain’t wit it Straight thuggin', my face wrinkles, my mind sprinkles |
| Mounds livin’off the track, shinin’it like twinkle |
| Ride the beat, 160 like my white Impala |
| Hit that spray and leave them niggas for them dollas |
| I can’t explain why, but Tangaray and ?? |
| Bring out the mothafuckin’dog in the real niggas |
| Do you remember Rap used to be so fun shit? |
| Now niggas gettin’killed over who they run with |
| Run with me, and see if I give a fuck though |
| Wicked when I kick it, most expected to do dope flows |
| Underground, treasured by the ones who listen to it Respected in the field by them soldiers who really do it |
| I’m on the frontline, moral for the troops |
| Makin’niggas lace their boots, and hit they mark when they shoot |
| Lord forgive me, but my people must defend their people |
| It’s gonna take mass destruction just to see we all equal |
| Forty days and forty nights, we gon’fight and get wreckless |
| If I die, fresh play, and I will be ressurrected |
| Eyes red as fire, flash the grill for the non-believers |
| And we gon’let the child lead us, let the child lead us Repeat 1 to fade |