Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song With Me Or Against Me, artist - Mac Mall. Album song Illegal Business? 2000, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Record label: Young Black Brotha
Song language: English
With Me Or Against Me |
Some say the 'cause niggas get skunked out |
Cowards we buck 'em down shoot the chooper in the ground |
Muggin' with evil frown got heat nigga what’s up now |
Let off a hundred rounds guaranteed to shut your mouth |
Some say we need to be locked up in penitentaries |
I say kill off police and district attorneys |
Public offenders too, they all be in cahoots |
Cut them from ear to ear let 'em die in plug poos |
Must not forget the judge so long I helped his grudge |
With a rusty box cutter cut off his nuts |
Though they might call us nuts I do not give a fuck |
I hit that po’po' once then come mista monsta dump |
To all the black police: I want to see you bleed |
Nigga ya still a nigga that’s on the wrong team |
Sometime I hate the world want to kill up everythang |
Maybe it’s hallucinagenics fuckin' with my mind frame |
The question’s in head tellin' me don’t trust my friends |
Don’t crush my cans so in my ruger I can |
But then again what if this motha fucka jammed |
Then I fall and will the lord know who I am? |
Probably not because I’m livin' life by the fault |
So off hellfire I blaze the blunt with me or against me |
Ugh |
My bitch don’t understand she think it’s just a phase |
I hear her cry at night hopin' that one day I change |
Can’t tell her that I love her when I lust the game |
Tryin' to keep my composure but yet I’m untamed |
Listen I hear the streets call my name |
The same way they called my father in his day and that nigga came |
It’s tradition, though my mama raised me as a Christian |
I still with devilish intentions |
Poppin' but didn’t nobody listen |
On my way six feet under the ground or up in state prison |
If so then in my book let it be written |
A youngster did his fuckin' thang without pretendin' |
Preacher think I’m cursed because I seldom go to church |
I went through five-hundred boys doin' major dirt |
Grandmama say the other night she had a dream |
That I was laid off in a coffin after faulty scene |
Looked at me said look baby you know what that mean? |
That you can catch death tryin' to chase after green |
And everybody ain’t your partner so |
'cause fools will leave your ass for dead and don’t trip |
Am I crazy? |
Tell me am I really insane? |
Is it strange 'cause I feel the pain corruptin' my brain? |
I need a head shrink because I’m startin' to think |
I’ll turn the barrel on myself and take a long sleep |
Baptised by my heat, take my own self out the game then maybe then I can rest |
in peace |
Fuck fools that want to see my on my back |
With my mama cryin' over me dressed in all black |
I’m drinkin' conyak poppin' hella prozak |
It’s harder everyday to keep my sanity intact |
I’m takin' ritlan smokin' on that rope again |
All type of mani shit that try to calm the beast within |
I think I need to pray maybe that' do some good |
Do God got some time for niggas in the hood? |
Cain’t win for losin' who the hell do I think I’m foolin'? |
Voices in my dome I think I start to listen to 'em |
Tellin' me to pull the trigger fool don’t be no punk |
And I ain’t no punk so I blast I don’t give no fuck |