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Buddha Monk Prophecy Life's A Scheme [intro: buddha monk] There are eight million stories In the naked city, choose one... Yo, it's time for a change, yo All our babies is dyin from aids Children are in the hospital Cuz their moms beat them In broad day on the streets We got to change y'all That's how it's goin for you So here it goes, c'mon now [chorus x4: buddha monk] Life's a scheme, it's all about the cream Gotta get over life and fulfill ya dreams [buddha monk] I grew up on the streets, where shit was somethin terrible Drug dealers, gun slingers and fuckin rebels They was out to get knees to feed seeds Takin mad g's, killin their own breed Heartless to this game to get a gold chain Never thinkin who they killed, skin was the same It's too lazy to realize what you've done Here lays the brother's dead victim's son Things break out and kids start fallin When yo' kid is shot, these three gods will start callin You lost your foes and you lost your soul So ya hide up in ya house cuz ya thinkin it's the gold Ah, now it's too late, they see you down that block Aimin at that head with two nines, never glocks So take up and take heed my friend Because now is the time, your life will now end Cuz... [chorus x4] [buddha monk] As i stand on the corners with my friends, drinkin gin Waitin for another nigga to commit a sin Ah, there he goes, just walkin down the block Thinkin that he's hot cuz his glock rock knots Sprayin up shit cuz he thinks he's the man Robbin and stealin from the niggaz in his clan He's trife, when he ignite, he socks light He put seven of my friends in the past life Yo, i'm tired of the shit that he's done Let me call the gods and get the gitchy gun (blaow! blaow blaow! blaow!) Light chunks spray all over the place (ahhhh!) I seen the brother's face, put gun to his face [chorus x4] [buddha monk] Yo, next on the menu, from here we continue A fifteen year old girl who wants to feed a fuckin kin too She had big tits, long dress with slits And every nigga on the block just wanted to dip But what they caught was bad ways and bad decisions That was one thing that the bitch forgot to mention Late in the hall, sex on the wall She's havin mad fun, you catchin clams on ya balls It doesn't matter to this type of trick Cuz she knew she burnt niggaz, had a gun with two clips She laid and prayed cuz the rent wasn't paid Till finally, one day the bitch caught the germ aids Now she feels that she shouldn't have done it To my fuckin niggaz, please weight ya fuckin garments [chorus x4] |
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