Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Please (Street), artist - E-A-SkiDate of issue: 16.05.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Please (Street) |
| You fuck around and get around from the pound |
| When I’m busting |
| Niggas talk crazy till they feel the repercussions |
| The fifth Skitho catch you in your street clothes |
| Niggas act streets but turn sheep when that heat rose |
| I keep the heat close, leave them underneath flow |
| Go ahead, gamble with your life nigga, heat rows |
| For pete sake, can you haters relay |
| Are you blinded by your envy that you couldn’t see straight nigga |
| Do you need some byvocals are you desperate for a track, are you willing to buy |
| vocals |
| Or they willing to buy locally? |
| Is your music nationwide that you spittin' it bicoastal |
| You should ask yourself, most Ski get a chance, you should blast yourself |
| If I wanted your opinion I would ask your help |
| That’s why every single night I gotta ask myself |
| Lord please, don’t let me act a fool |
| Please, don’t let me use the tool |
| Please, don’t let me get distracted |
| Please, don’t let me make it happen |
| Please, oh god, keep my integrity |
| Please, don’t let me commit a felony |
| Please, forgive thy enemy |
| Please, forgive me cause you know I need therapy |
| (Ice Cube) |
| Please, don’t fuck with me |
| Every burst in the day Adam fucked with Eve |
| I mean worst than the day that they found them trees |
| With apples all on it, you niggas don’t own it |
| Fuck my opponent, it’s no competition |
| You’re fat off desert, I’m still in the kitchen |
| Suckers get murked with all that ambition |
| You small potatoes, nigga I’m the greatest |
| Genghis Khan with Chuck Taylor’s gang |
| The West Coast damn bitch I’m James Bond |
| Jump off the plane, no parachute on |
| Land on my feet, nigga trick or treat |
| Smell my cologne, shot to the dome |
| If I act like this you would tell me I’m wrong |
| Should I crack you like crack or just sing this song |
| Lord help these niggas understand I’m grown |
| Lord please, don’t let me act a fool |
| Please, don’t let me use the tool |
| Please, don’t let me get distracted |
| Please, don’t let me make it happen |
| Please, oh god, keep my integrity |
| Please, don’t let me commit a felony |
| Please, forgive thy enemy |
| Please, forgive me cause you know I need therapy |
| And you know I need counseling |
| So many haters now I stopped counting |
| I stopped checking the youtubes and comments |
| The bitch niggas making remarks to start conflicts |
| Conflicted in their life, cause they want a piece of scheme |
| And they wanna step in my light |
| If they try to make a move then they know the weapon is right |
| By my side when I ride I’m taking your breath of life |
| Huh, your spirit is now a kite |
| Every lyric is the wind no bringing you back to life |
| I could kill you with a pen the music is like a strike |
| Or blow but I know you never was that tight |
| And we never was that tight |
| I can sense she was a bitch |
| She’s something just wasn’t right |
| Got me in a place where I went to straight flip |
| So every single night I’m saying the same shit |
| Lord please, don’t let me act a fool |
| Please, don’t let me use the tool |
| Please, don’t let me get distracted |
| Please, don’t let me make it happen |
| Please, oh god, keep my integrity |
| Please, don’t let me commit a felony |
| Please, forgive thy enemy |
| Please, forgive me cause you know I need therapy |
| It’s like the mission ain’t complete |
| Till these niggas do the beat and Mr. Ski throw heat at ‘em |
| He don’t even matter |
| They throwing shots ya |
| But they just ricochet when niggas say does not matter |
| It’s not a dent nor a scratch not a tarnish nor a hole |
| A juggernaut, watch me folk |
| Under pressure while I flourish |
| I encourage niggas often try to off 'em who can stop them, not a soul |
| I show them what the game do, show them what I aim to |
| When in drought no doubt |
| Ski is who they came to |
| Begging me to save you, rain is what I gave you |
| Trying to doubt my cloud nigga when I made you |
| Fifth EA-Ski told ‘em nigga holla |