Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Evil That Men Do, artist - Ras Kass. Album song Line 4 Line presents… Soul On Ice… Revisited, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cre8yte
Song language: English
The Evil That Men Do |
Psssshh, I guess niggas don’t realize a good thing til it’s gone |
You know what I’m sayin man? |
Running around in these streets trickin, shit’s hard man |
You know? |
But sometimes man |
Fools be bringin that shit on they god damn self |
Nappy headed nigga stigmatism at birth |
Born to a family of four and so that makes me one-fourth |
Of a dysfunctional home |
I had a father who only stayed to see me grown |
When I turned twelve he was gone |
Alone, no role model |
I used to watch my Granddaddy and Uncle hit the bottle |
And then hit each other |
Granddaddy beat Grandmother, but that’s before my time |
But I still see how it affected her mind |
As a child I introverted, and drew pictures |
While my mother prayed to Jesus reading King James scriptures |
She used to take me to church so I could put money in the basket |
Tell the preacher how she used to get her ass kicked |
And me, I mastered the art of hatred |
After pops left ran with my niggas tryin to take shit |
Petty theft, I got caught a few times, but bust it |
Life is a bitch so fuck it |
In eighty-one I remember the night |
I covered myself with baby powder, so my black ass could be light |
Cause God is white, and Bo Derek is a ten |
I hate my black skin, it’s just a sin to be a nigga |
Then again, I’m like the Frenchman, cause Granny’s creole |
And therefore, we’re black French people |
So I think it’s best if I go to Catholic school |
And study under nuns and then I’ll be a Catholic fool |
Cause none of these courts want none of us up |
And don’t none want to see none of us live to be adults, sheeit |
No wonder brothers take lives for red and blue |
It’s the evil that men do |
But every nigga on my block can’t stop |
And it won’t stop |
And it don’t stop |
But every nigga on my block can’t stop |
And it won’t stop |
And it don’t stop |
But every nigga on my block can’t stop |
And it won’t stop |
And it don’t stop |
But every nigga on my block can’t stop |
And it won’t stop |
And it don’t stop |
Nigga, nigga wake yo' punk ass up nigga! |
Nigga *smack* *smack* wake yo', wake yo' punk ass up! |
*siren* |
(Where the fuck we at?) *helicopter* |
Nigga, one time nigga |
(Man I feel strange man, and I’m fin to go man) |
Shit, I’mma get you out, shit, bitches man) |
(Fuck that shit man, nigga what the fuck am I gonna do man?) *siren* |
We go make another gold LP nigga stop trippin nigga |
Nigga we own a gold LP, nigga stop trippin! |
By the time I hit adolescence and found hair on my nuts |
I grew twelve inches so now it’s time to fuck sluts |
Never respected women, just had to keep my dick wet |
Fucked this virgin named Lena, I made a bet |
With my homies I could hit it first, then kicked her to the curb |
Til next year, I got a call from my man Kurt |
Since I never used jims I left a seed in the Earth |
That left a nigga feelin like dirt |
Cause now I’m a father, and got a two-week old daughter |
Ironically, don’t even know her name it’s a damn shame |
And ol girl never told me she was havin my baby |
The more I thought about, she fuckin played me |
Cause the family’s lookin at me like I raped her |
Plus with another fuckin mouth to feed I need paper |
Did a caper, and took my Guinness Stout to the head |
September 1990, drunk drivin, the light turned red |
Somebody hit from the rear, I hit the brakes |
Then lost control of the steering wheel |
Hit a black Camaro and that’s all I remember that night |
I woke up to a 5−0 flashlight |
The car that I hit had exploded on impact |
One woman escaped, but the driver was trapped, he burned to death |
Manslaughter, off to C-Y-A |
Liftin weights in the yard and playin spades all day |
Now I’m eighteen, hit the County in the mix |
«Name and last three!» |
Austin, oh-six-six |
By now Grandpa went crazy and my Uncle had died |
And me I’m at the ranch makin pruno in Wayside |
In ninety-three, I got probation |
Searchin for an occupation, cause now I’m payin restitution, confusion |
I’m lookin at myself and seein every other nigga I knew |
It’s the evil that men do |
But every nigga on my block can’t stop |
And it won’t stop |
And it don’t stop |
But every nigga on my block can’t stop |
And it won’t stop |
And it don’t stop |
But every nigga on my block can’t stop |
And it won’t stop |
And it don’t stop |
But every nigga on my block can’t stop |
And it won’t stop |
And it don’t stop |