Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Be Alright, artist - The Untouchables. Album song Free Yourself - Ska Hits, in the genre Регги
Date of issue: 16.03.2015
Record label: Cleopatra
Song language: English
Be Alright |
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I’m living like that |
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I’m living like that |
Yeah, I never brag how real I keep it, 'cause it’s the best secret |
I rock a vest prestigious, Cuban link flooded Jesus |
In a Lex watching Kathie Lee and Regis |
My actions are one with the seasons |
A TEC squeezing executioner |
Winter time I rock a fur |
Mega popular center of attraction |
Climaxing, my bitches, they be laughing |
They high from sniffing coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson |
City lights spark a New York night |
Rossi and Martini sipping, Sergio Tacchini |
Flipping mad pies, low price |
I blow dice and throw them |
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan |
My niggas roll in ten M3's |
Twenty Gods popping wheelies on Kawasakis |
Hip hop’s got me on some ol', spraying shots like a drum roll |
Blanking out and never miscount the shells my gun hold |
I don’t stunt, I regulate |
Henny and Sprite, I separate, watching crab niggas marinate |
I’m all about TECs, a good jux and sex |
Israelite books, holding government names from Ness |
Emcees are crawling out every hole in the slum |
You be a’ight like blood money in a pimp’s cum |
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I’m living like that |
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I’m living like that |
For you wack MC’s |
Currency is made in the trust of the Messiah |
I’m spending it to get higher |
Earth, Wind and Fire singing Reasons why I’m |
Up early, trustworthy as a nine that bust early |
Sunshine on my grill, I spill Remy on imaginary graves |
Put my hat on my waves, latter Day Saints say religious praise |
I dolo, challenge any team or solo |
You must be bugging out, new to my shit, home on a furlough |
Ask around who’s laid up, sharp and straight up |
Mafioso, getting niggas' wakes sprayed up |
Skies are misty, my life’s predicted by a gypsy |
I’ll one day walk into shots, drunk off champagne from Sicily |
This be the drama, I’ma pause like a comma |
In a sentence, paragraph’s indented |
Bloodshot red eyes high, yellow envelopes of lye |
Opening cigars let tobacco fly |
Condos are tune-proof, we’re looking out the sky’s moonroof |
Shitting like gin and prune juice |
Yo the system wants the coon’s noose, hang 'em high |
Courtrooms filled up, it’s off the hook while I |
Just wrote a statement, like I’m facing twenty years |
In the basement, chilling on the VI with Mumia |
For wearing chrome, I told the judge snakes slither |
Like Sharon Stone but like Capone I’m thrown, yo |
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I’m living like that |
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I’m living like that |
For you wack MC’s |
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I’m living like that |
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I’m living like that |
For you wack MC’s |
Yo, the time is wasting, I use the mind elevation |
Dime sack lacing, court pen pacing |
Individual, lyrical math abrasion |
Psychic evaluation, the foulest nation |
We living in dangerous lives, mad leak and battered wives |
A lifestyle on bad streets is patternized |
Wise men build and destroy |
While the real McCoy dope fiend named Detroit is still dealing boy |
Coke suppliers acting biased |
'Cause rumors say that niggas wear wires and we liars |
But every night the gat’s fired and every day a rat’s hired |
I still remain the mack flyest in the phat Kani’s |
Just a killer in me, slash drug dealer MC |
Ex-slug filler, semi mug peeler |
Demi, bottles of Mo', yo simply follow me flow |
Put poetry inside a crack pot and blow |
Rough hoes pull crack out pussies and buttholes |
Bring the G’s and the D’s roll, they can’t touch those |
Why shoot the breeze about it when you could be about it |
My degrees are routed, toward the peasy haired brick houses |
And studded-up, thick medallions |
Rich niggas transport in thousands |
Foreign cash exchange amounting to millions |
Doors is locked, rocks is chopped, watch the cameras in the ceilings |
Trick bitches catching mad feelings |
Peeling off in the Lex Jeep, techniques is four-wheeling |
I bet it be some shit when we connect with Stretch |
When we catch them sex niggas with the TECs you blessed, word |
So now it’s on, never wasted a slug |
Time is money when it comes to mine, take it in blood |
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I’m living like that |
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I’m living like that |
For you wack MC’s |
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I’m living like that |
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I’m living like that |
For you wack MC’s |
Yea, Capone-n-Noreaga |
Yeah yo offical Queensbridge murderers |
Mobb Deep keep it real though |
Motherfucking AZ yo |
Mega, Mega, whatever |
Scarlett O’Hara, Fox Boogie |
East New York |
Yambo, Brownsville |
Wizard, Far Rockaway |
Big Bow, Jersey |
Connecticut, DC, Sudan |
VA, NC, LA |
So on and so on |
Big Ha, Houston Fifth Ward |
Black Ed, keep it real Moe |