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    What's Really Good

    Toomp, Facemob in the house with you (What's really good)
    My homeboy Benzino, that nigga smoke a pound every thirty minutes (What's really good)
    Harlem, up top (What's really good)
    What up Hardy? Yeah

    I done seen the game change and switch up a few times
    Kinfolk got a ten-year plus for two dimes
    Small baggage but we still carried weight cause rocked dope
    Got a nigga doubled up, the white boy's a nice boat
    Been a minute since I've been in it but peeped from side lines
    Most of ya'll get it fucked up forgetting the guidelines
    When I came we had a code that we followed where none spoke
    All the animosity swallowed with that we slung dope
    Young niggas in it to win it fucking with hard now
    Went from MD to Hennessey, fuck it we stars now
    Might as well live a little, we stack it and die young
    That's the mentality of niggas who hang where I've hung
    And I don't know what made it change but nowadays on my street
    Most of these niggas get indicted then turn to police
    Where and why's take the cause, exposing your main plot
    Then they find your uncle frozen with holes and his brains out

    We don't tolerate a snitcher and this is the first frame
    With rules for real niggas who hunger for true game

    (What's really good) Still gangsta, we locked in the street game
    (What's really good) Real niggas bust shots when the beef came

    (What's really good) And even though most of my niggas on parole
    We know we still get it, cock back and we let it blow

    (What's really good) The streets is quiet, we just here to let 'em know
    (What's really good)

    Yo, they say I hang around fellas with records and mean looks
    Two-time convicted felons do records with mean hooks
    Specialise heavy weapons, we labelled as entertainers
    I'm nice with the pen, even better with the bangers
    My lifestyle considered to some is dangerous
    Make sure if you twisting a Dutch you blazing it
    We stay heavy in the hood cause the streets is talking
    Getting 'fetti like we should, if there's beef, we spark it!
    It ain't no need to quit scrapper, I'm on top of my game
    Sixty thousand South Africans screaming my name
    We international, Caribbean pirates, we warlords
    Get the buried treasure hidden up under the floorboards
    It ain't no rest for Benzino, see I'm a stay on my grizzly
    If I retired right now I know the game would miss me
    But I'm a make you with my boys putting out these hits
    And steady trynna make noise, you make security rich

    I used to stare at the wall, huh
    Thinking to myself if I'm gon' make it at all
    I hustled just to get by, why
    Throwing change in my pocket and a little left to get fly
    I'm seeing time passing
    And with this short cake I'm stashing, ain't enough to cash in
    There's a bigger picture
    When all I do is give twenty-five to a pitcher
    I'm trynna have my own land
    I don't wanna be in mom's house living a grown man
    Kids in the living room shacked up
    Bedroom's packed up, my rent bent, I'm backed up
    I only want the best for me, sorta made a mess for me
    I'm hoping this thing was left for me
    But if it is, please bless shortie
    I can't see myself forty to grind the same story

    2005 ©

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