Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ron O'Neal, artist - Wu-Tang Clan. Album song A Better Tomorrow, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Ron O'Neal |
| Coach, put me in the game |
| I’m for real, for them peoples tryna to put me in them chains |
| Whatever the topic, let’s put it in the frame |
| We can even load it and cock it and put it in they brains |
| I’m saying, some rappers do it for a chain |
| Kill yourself, I know killers that’ll do it for some change |
| These veterans is slipping, they ain’t doing it the same |
| I don’t slip, set a pick and put a shooter in your lane |
| Precise, 'bout shoot them at the range |
| But I ain’t tryna shoot it with you rappers |
| I’ll just shoot it at your dame |
| Y’all never should have threw me in the game |
| Found a new word for weed, that was so mean |
| I threw it in my name |
| My song banging loud on the block like arms spraying |
| The law hating, warring like Blacks and Caucasians |
| God versus Satan, I’m laying in the dark |
| With the Mossberg waiting, letting off first basing |
| Slim from the cotton club washing a scrub |
| Deuce high when he cruise by, spotting his love |
| Hold the mic like a .38 muzzle to snub |
| This flow, call it OJ blood on the glove |
| Above rap, capital Gs speak on the facts |
| Please believe that, meaning that I keep it a stack |
| He’s back, he a beast on the track |
| The only time that I go soft is probably with your freak in the sack |
| Feel the bass make sure he shake, murder verse, first forty-eight |
| Manslaughter, nearly caught a case |
| I crack heads more than base |
| Stack bread when I orchestrate, that said y’all the bass |
| No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar |
| So we can have a better tomorrow |
| Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard |
| For a better tomorrow |
| I seen niggas sniff coke through a crazy straw |
| Come out they shirts sweating bullets with the Bobby Brown jaw |
| Dry mouth, grinding back and forth plus he’s steaming a Newport |
| We all holding the torch |
| Few staircase murders, some burners don’t blam right |
| Guns that kicked around the wall you better stand tight |
| Full of X, AKs, whiling in lobbys, bulletproof PJs |
| Fuck around and get spunned like the DJ |
| CSI traumatized by viewing the instant replay |
| SpongeBob niggas get scars nigga |
| I’m off style in any section of the hood I’ll pull your car nigga |
| No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar |
| So we can have a better tomorrow |
| Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard |
| For a better tomorrow |
| See ignorance wouldn’t allow retreat |
| So you rather pursue death than admit defeat |
| See ignorance wouldn’t allow retreat |
| So you rather pursue death than admit defeat |
| I used to be so narcissistic, park the whip and spark the biscuits |
| Spit hollow tipped shells at the Narcs with quickness |
| Live to tell the tale cause only God’s my witness |
| Been a long time, change gonna come son, I’m optimistic |
| I hold the steel like Ron O’Neal |
| Super fly, do or die, Killah Hill, Brownsville |
| Never ran, never will, yes I can, yes I will |
| Put a dot upon your knot then I drill through your grill |
| Like a dentist, my apprentice speaks with a vengeance |
| Demented scientists count bodies inside the trenches |
| That’s judges off the benches, got inches for y’all wenches |
| We plant those hot seeds that grow in cold winters |
| No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar |
| So we can have a better tomorrow |
| Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard |
| For a better tomorrow |
| See ignorance wouldn’t allow retreat |
| So you rather pursue death than admit defeat |
| See ignorance wouldn’t allow retreat |
| So you rather pursue death than admit defeat |