Artist: The Roots f/ Dice Raw, Greg Porn Album: ...And Then You Shoot Your Cousin Song: The Dark (Trinity) Typed by: email@example.com [Black Thought] Mountain high and valley low and river wide and tunnel deep I have traveled chasing demons, screaming all I find I keep If you don't pay like you weigh, alright okay that's fine with me I'ma just splay my heat then say my piece and lay you down to sleep Ain't nobody tell you clowns to speak, I'ma AK you down the street Draw that pump that's built for the +Riots+ see how +Quiet+ y'all can keep Ain't no whylin, it ain't no pro'lem, ain't no question, ain't no beef Cut that check then thangs are sweet, I'ma go buy some diamond teeth I'll be damned if my setback gon' help you get back on yo' feet No surrender no retreat, nigga we out here tryna eat #Hashtag diamond dog tag, money bag, nice swag Pockets need an ice bag, toe tag, body bag Niggaz lose their lives sad, rockets in their flight path Breaking bad, making bad, choices out here thinkin fast Smokin wet and drinkin bad, soaking wet and sinkin fast Shoot them niggaz makin cash, stick them niggaz take their stash The law of gravity meets, the law of averages Ain't no sense in attempting to civilize savages Even though I wish I could be spared my embarrassment I'm a nigga, other niggaz pale in comparison We out in Paris yet but still a nigga perishing No idea how much time's left, fuck tryna cherish it A life in times unchecked, now that's American Inherit the wind, pressure in everything [Greg Porn] The world ain't ready, for someone like me when life is sex, drugs, drama and I'm hooked on all three I'd rather O.D. than be the next O.G that's frontin for a hoe that already chose me One man revolution that's supportin prostitution I'm tryna pimp the game, where ballin don't mean hoopin (swish) And ridin don't mean cruisin, it mean keep your bitch-ass movin If you ain't built for bruisin, redrum ain't in your blueprint In a jungle made of concrete, every animal Jumanji On Eazy-E and PCP - ass, cash, or EBT How you monetize pigeons on a power line On a road to the riches, every dude's a dollar sign I don't mind, I don’t mind, long as all the smoke is mine And the liquor store delivers faster than a Papa John's And I heard that death is callin, money's on the other line The last episode of Good Times, is my life [Dice Raw] It's a phrase they say in the streets when the young players meet - "Get rich or die tryin'!" (Get rich) But the funny thing about that phrase to me is that these lil' niggaz be lyin! (be lyin) Cause don't nobody wanna die (wanna die), but everybody tryna get rich though (get rich) But the fucked-up thing about that these lil' niggaz don't how to get rich, so I still run with those angels, man I still peep all those angles Keep 'em with guns, speakin in tongues, talkin that Arabic and that Yiddish Ridin them trains, stashin them chains, bangles - yeah I played all those games though (I played 'em) My tag on the wall, you niggaz look up, you can still see my name yo How did I, end up, where I'm, at? It's kinda hard to explain yo I remember, all I, wanted, was a, gold chain and a Kangol I remember, all I, wanted, was a, gold chain and some Jordans too Crushed that bitch 'til I got that bitch, now all I want from her is an abortion My mind filled with distortion, my eyelids say caution Yeah I sold crack to get my soul back, they say it's gon' cost a fortune And I wonder if Allah take debit (take debit), cause a nigga got real bad credit (bad credit) If not I ain't got a whole lot, so a nigga like me just can forget it - HA~!