Lyrics Safe To Safe - G Wylx, Big Brotha Fresh, Ipo Crita

Safe To Safe

Big Brother Fresh:
We don’t stop
Put your wesssup to the sky
Ipo Crita:
(Hook:)
And everytime i take a look in a mirror, see glimpse — i want to say:
This ain’t the game we used to play
This ain’t the prayer we used to pray
And everytime i take a look in a mirror, see glimpse — i want to say:
This ain’t the game we used to play
This ain’t the prayer we used to pray
Ipo Crita:
Once again, one more time.
story, born in a head of mine, narrated in rhyme
Ipo Crita ain’t costing a dime.
ain’t mean nothing
But the knowledge i’m trying to spray around is weighing a ton.
Well done.
what’s up, son?
If there’s a vacancy — no doubt — competitors going to come.
No matter what that be!
Sleep will never rescue the heart of yours if soul ain’t free & tired.
All I ever desired.
.is to be nice & wise but all that shit wears out…
What was i about?
I was telling you mathafuckers a thing — don’t label people around you if all
you know of them is name!
Another generation got to be born
And all them new-borns, while upbringing, they got to be torn.
.off old prejudices and habits
This got to become one of remedies & merits…
…of present time, sonny!
(Hook:)
And everytime i take a look in a mirror, see glimpse — i want to say:
This ain’t the game we used to play
This ain’t the prayer we used to pray
And everytime i take a look in a mirror, see glimpse — i want to say:
This ain’t the game we used to play
This ain’t the prayer we used to pray
Rimsky:
It’s all to the G to the double O, D, right?
When the funk is bumping then the party’s jumping all night
Still getting down connecting with gutter tribes
I’m 25, still sipping like a gots nine lifes
Who got stripes?
ait’n nobody clean over here
Errrbody looking mean wit' gangsta lean over here
But it’s good in the hood: we’re just chillin and killin
Any bottle to the bottom, 2 steppin without a weapon
Trpple educated felon got no love for the hoes
Ego killin motherfucker with the gun and the rose
Ghetto music in the trunk, long live G-Funk
Let them bustas know what we bump-bump:
Trippin on them real motherfuckin G’s
From the LBC to the CPT
Playa-haters wanna front, but they don’t wanna face us —
We be getting inspiration from the west coast gangstas, playa
(Hook:)
And everytime i take a look in a mirror, see glimpse — i want to say:
This ain’t the game we used to play
This ain’t the prayer we used to pray
And everytime i take a look in a mirror, see glimpse — i want to say:
This ain’t the game we used to play
This ain’t the prayer we used to pray
Deadbeats: