Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Have and Have Nots, artist - La the Darkman.
Date of issue: 20.08.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Have and Have Nots |
Woke up early afternoon, just after two |
It’s Saturday contemplating what I’m gon' do |
Had a long night last night leaving the studio |
Headed to the kitchen and make me some cereal |
Fruity Pebbles or Fruit Loops, that’s how I do |
Sit down at the table, read my two-way through |
Twelve unread messages, damn I was buggin' |
Last night I didn’t feel it vibrating or nothing |
Up in Speed Henny’d out, I don’t fuck with Grey Goose |
Give white liquor to bitches, it make 'em loose |
Left out with two dames, my lab, got brains |
Blindfolded them on the way, they’ll never know they way |
To my hideout, it’s like a cave, come there, you be amazed |
So many left and right turns, you’ll think you in a maze |
LaSon, Bruce Wayne, Darkman, Batman |
With gadgets like guns and shit, tons of clips |
Butterfly knives and box cutters all within my grip |
Been stabbin' niggas and shit, better check my rap sheet |
Matter fact, all them punk ass cases, I’ve beat |
By threatenin' the witness, or hittin' them off with digits |
Talkin' with they mothers, or puttin' pressure on brothers |
I’m the purest, some cases didn’t have to pick the jurors |
It didn’t go that far, good lawyers know the law |
Threw out on the preliminaries, yeah, I’ve been there |
It’s the Dark, L-A-S-O-N, polly with the best of men |
Generals and kings, Brooklyn to Queens |
The Bronx back to Harlem, I know niggas is starvin' |
Staten Island they wildin', those my brothers, beg 'em pardon |
In this life, we hustle for all we got |
There’s two sides of the system, have and have nots |
Some get dough, some get robbed and shot |
For all your tribulations, I recommends a lot |
Staying to win, thorough from beginning to the end |
Everybody that I shake hands with ain’t my friends |
Just associates, let them get close as they suppose to get |
Close enough to see that rifle, I’ma scope them with |
Close enough to see that knife, I’ma poke 'em with |
Not that friendly, don’t laugh at all the jokes and shit |
Dead serious, most times furious |
Like a nigga on a bitch, if she miss the period |
This shit is chess, not checkers, the IRS gon' check us |
The DEA gon' check us, the ATF gon' check us |
If the FBI don’t check us first, murders make it worse |
It’s ill seein' your right hand, ride off in a hearse |
But without bloodshed, there’ll be no peace |
I read that in the Qur’an, Surah number three |
Only the strong survive, the weak shall perish |
Got that out of the Bible, so many didn’t hear it |
The stories, how Moses and Jesus, struggled to feed us |
Abraham and Mohamed, all the above were prophets |
Do you history, you’ll find out, life ain’t a mystery |
There’s always been conflicts, with crews and cliques |
Like back in the ocean, if you ran into pirates |
They’ll blast they cannons and rob your whole ship |
For your jewels, your food, all your values |
Predators eat prey, the same goin' today |
In this life, we hustle for all we got |
There’s two sides of the system, have and have nots |
Some get dough, some get robbed and shot |
For all your tribulations, I recommends a lot |