Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Boondock Saints , by - Little Brother. Release date: 19.09.2019
Song language: English
Boondock Saints |
| Uh, Embassy |
| Uh, uh, Phonte |
| We shall prevail |
| Came from a bush baby on a quest to run things |
| Been in pursuit baby since Master P and that «Uhh» thing |
| Remember that shit? |
| War with December, that’s it |
| Coldest nigga walkin', know these niggas talkin' |
| Out the side of they face, I’m here for a reason |
| I will die for my space, who’s still gotta get it? |
| Who’s still pure? |
| Us, and I ain’t having shit |
| Like a tour bus, receive if you want hell |
| And Keisha Shantell tried to talk some sense in him |
| Same day realised there’s no convincing him |
| Nigga With Attitude like Ren and 'nem |
| Got a click of piranhas, I will swim for them |
| I will tread water until the end for them |
| You don’t get it though, we are who y’all ain’t |
| Gets vicious though, it’s like we true, y’all ain’t |
| L.E.G., Dunny, Tigallo, Boondock Saints |
| Right tack to business off a six-week tour |
| And I ain’t never seen drama like this before |
| Got a lot of shit to get off my chest |
| Some wild shit to address, so I told Khrysis press record |
| I’mma put it on wax and give you the raw facts |
| And truth about life and the things I’m dealing with |
| Black folks saying that I’m too intelligent |
| And white folks saying I’m a little too niggerish |
| It got me in a strange predicament |
| I wish black embarrassment TV was judged more wisely |
| But I don’t know what’s worse |
| The fact that they ain’t playing our shit, or that it don’t even surprise me |
| Because I shucking and cause I ain’t jiving |
| Some of these crackers won’t stand beside me |
| And cause I ain’t killing and don’t support pimping |
| Some of these niggas wanna call me a Cosby |
| Well, I’ll be that dude, I’ll scratch that itch |
| I’ll play that role, call me Heathcliff bitch |
| If this ain’t what you want then fine |
| But somehow, someway we got to draw that line |
| And it goes without mentioning, I thought about censoring |
| This verse so my label and manager stay cool |
| But as of this recording we ain’t even outsold The Listening |
| So really what the fuck I got to lose? |
| Bitch it’s Phontigga, lo the show ripper |
| Ho cause my hoes would change week to week |
| But now my flows be changing from beat to beat |
| Tell my nigga Jim Bowes he gotta beat the streets |
| Cause I know that they need us — there’s got to be more to this generation |
| Than dranking and smoking all they weed up |
| This is my confession with the Embassy |
| You fuckin imbeciles can put your Rosary Beads up, now |
| See, Tyson told me hit 'em with the flames first |
| Challenge the world, bet I drop more names than a Game verse |
| These rap niggas is plastic |
| I’m terrorizing cyphers, they can’t blame Osama for that shit |
| Left the seven-one-eight for the nine-nineteen |
| I’m still home, slid the Y between the N and the C |
| Hunts Point I did it y’all, look at me shining |
| Came a long way rhyming, part time and nine-to-fivin' |
| The game is full of pussies, I can hear it in they rhymes |
| Got balls for saying that, who dick is bigger than mine? |
| Pause, walking tall, biggest nigga on campus |
| Putting shame to all 'em so-called niggas who ran this |
| I’ve been nice since the early eighties |
| When I strike it rich your lady will swallow my million dollar babies |
| You don’t wanna battle me right? |
| I guarantee you’ll see more L’s than Puerto Ricans on the lower eastside |
| Hunts Point, I did it again |
| I’ve been broke so long the rich will now feel the wrath of my pen |
| You can tell I got now by the words on this page |
| I got too big for the corner so I brought it to the stage |