Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Purse Snatchaz, artist - Onyx. Album song All We Got Iz Us, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.10.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A Def Jam Records release;
Song language: English
Purse Snatchaz |
There’s no sunshine in the city |
That’s the way it’s going down |
People kill and people dyin |
Every time I turn around |
There’s no sunshine… |
I roll wit purse snatchaz, the villains, and trespassers |
Criminalist, and parole violators |
I raidin wit regulators, invaded the instigators |
Passed the procrastinators, rolled on retaliators |
Roamin at home wit burglars, party wit murderers |
Scandal big reelers, I sell coke to dope dealers |
Ask the stash dealers, so rash the gat peelers |
The time behind bars, ridin in stolen cars |
Forty deuce six, posin hard, rollin large |
Big pockets that pay, pistol black is big smackers |
Back up the ally, attack us, waitin for the crackers |
Smugglers, muggers, in the gutters wit ruck cutters |
Runnin up on niggas for butter lovers, or whatever |
Can’t take it for hoppers cockers, by watchin cops and robbers |
But kid it’s, kinda fittest, quit this, money get this |
For beaters wit heaters to bleed us, and speed us, and 2 seaters |
Crime essence and crime confessions, yea pure precious |
My guess is good as yours, while niggas be takin draws |
Rapers and zipper rippers, take rappers and over actors |
Bottle throwers, the buddha rollers |
I roll wit cigar smoke flowers |
Boilers wit playas, slashes bashes Mercedes |
Always solicit, and pullin out on project business |
Schemin and scandalous, the dreamers and pan handlers |
Ready to run up in Rockefeller, put the glock in the teller |
And tell the bitch to give the money, and hurry up |
To me, USG livin, is one gigantic ring of concealin |
Double dealin, drug fiendin, sellin and schemin |
On the next beam, fleein from the cops, caught wit beings |
Illegal operatin, law violatin and death escalatin |
We all need our dollars straighten, bro we can’t be toleratin |
Man that’s frustratin, that’s why we be demonstratin |
How we be law breakin, cash takin, drug jugglin |
Hand to hand, stand and lookout, money struck out to keep 'em strugglin |
Embezzlin, extortin, man slaughter and assaultin |
Mass shootin, slugs stabbin, gangs feudin and females boostin |
For child supportin, or self done abortion |
Everything costin, we all lustin for this fortune |
So we’ll still be rowdy and riotin and lookin |
Every group and, until we see some more improvin |
It’ll be mad human deliciously, can’t completion |
Cuz every day is killin season |
I pledge allegiance to the street and blame God |
For the creation of this pitiful Earth, that’s filled wit temptation |
Birth was my invitation, death will be initiation |
Now I just got a probation, so wish me congratulation |
But I’m under investigation, for psychic evaluation |
Facin incarceration, and isolation over the color discrimination |
So I need the participation the Caucasian assassination |
Time is wastin, it’s a Sticky situation |
Tryin to stop a reproduction, to come off a population |
And there’s no exaggeration, so whoever in an association |
Wit the nigga retaliation that needs a total cooperation |
When hours of desperation, on for ya information |
A confrontation will be fought by the younger generation |
Cuz we got determination, all we need is organization |
So I use my concentration wit a Jim Crow education |
Cuz history repeats itself, ya destination ya plantation |
All come as loud as nation, that builds upon a communication |
And then without a explanation, a hesitation, we have a reservation |
To elite from a tree my decorations |
So because of these altercations, we need to make some me duration’s |
That’s being the manipulation of this God damn nation |
And witness how the warn indication, so it’s the end of ya conversation |