Artist: DJ EFN f/ Black Collar, Black Milk, Cory Gunz, Ras Kass Album: Another Time Song: We Earned It Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: Ras Kass] Ha Ha! Yeah! Uh! Crazy Hood! Just another sunny day in L.A.! 'Nother sunny day in Miami! You know how we get it! Oh! It's a good day to be a b-boy, you know, uh! Yo! Yo! [Verse One: Ras Kass] I-I-I'm sharp as a Puerto Rican's line up The bitches come, stay focused get your grind up I refuse to dumb it down get your mind up Fuck what you heard, like ears had vaginas Coochie dog cats all shined up I rhyme nastier than homeless people fuckin' EFN production, catch me on Collins with a Cubana Tan cassavas like it's nothin' Yeah, today was a good day More niggas in the park than a hood day And I get these hoes moist like good yay My music hot, bitch just push play Tell haters hashtag DMY Go fuck yourself, eat shit and die Call him LeBron for a reason I shit a steamer on their chest then I'm leavin' for Cleveland Oh! Ha Ha Ha! (Too soon too soon too soon! [Chorus: Rone Jeremy] Everything we got in this world, nigga we earned it Never follow your rules, took a lighter and burned it Underground, nah we right here on the surface Our rap sheet is perfect, we rap for a purpose Everything we got in this world, nigga we earned it Never follow your rules, took a lighter and burned it Underground, nah we right here on the surface Our rap sheet is perfect, we rap for a purpose [Verse Two: Black Milk] This is flow flow, never so so with the writtens One take in a break like intermissions In the, middle of the map, bottom of the mitten You still listen through a tape deck, bangin' out the system Wishin', for them flashin', lights to be flashin' My way like, cars down the highway Had to be, high, just to be at ease But most of these niggas dreams turned to memories But my niggas was like hell nah Don't even know how to spell the world fail Not even in our vocab, we was on the grind from Sundown to sunshine, the whole nine That was old times, at the time Old timers didn't under-stand what's playin' out the speakers (What you playin'?) Music rumblin' the tweeters Make haters turn believers ladies that couldn't leave us You know, out the back do' Maybe, fade to black,pull a disappearin' act gone Didn't mean to stay long Just, checking if my mics on yo we on? On on on on on.. [Chorus: Rone Jeremy] Everything we got in this world, nigga we earned it Never follow your rules, took a lighter and burned it Underground, nah we right here on the surface Our rap sheet is perfect, we rap for a purpose Everything we got in this world, nigga we earned it Never follow your rules, took a lighter and burned it Underground, nah we right here on the surface Our rap sheet is perfect, we rap for a purpose [Verse Three: KB Imean] I'm ready for work, like Monday Catch me in L.A. on, sucker free sundays On the porch like Smokey and Q on +Friday+ It's a work week, and these suckers just work weak Get busted like a condom popped when the sperm leak Can't touch me, like I'm sick and they germ freaks I should sanitize their mouth for the dirt they're spittin' out I remove 'em like a spot and my nickname was shout [Verse Four: Rone Jeremy] All I do is think of the dudes who got murdered From the center, from the cypher, from bangers, from freestylers Either palm trees or green weed growing' in sunny Cali Catch me in that V8 with smoke 'round me I'm from Cali to the seas and I don't need no triggers Don't rock jewelry or long chains 'cause that's for ugly niggas The wolves stay hungry so we tryin; to hit the buffet We work for that meal like the sign from a bum say [Verse Five: Famous] Back at it again, back hand battle for spins We ain't compatible, better watch who your callin' your friends Line you up for the firin' squad, even the odds In the city of emeralds, only taking what's ours Eyes on the prize, these bustas is +Marc Jacobs+ Feelin' divine, these models is all aces Who ain't playin' your cards right, but we come from a +Crazy Hood+ So your shot look crazy like Bill Cartwright [Chorus: Rone Jeremy] Everything we got in this world, nigga we earned it Never follow your rules, took a lighter and burned it Underground, nah we right here on the surface Our rap sheet is perfect, we rap for a purpose Everything we got in this world, nigga we earned it Never follow your rules, took a lighter and burned it Underground, nah we right here on the surface Our rap sheet is perfect, we rap for a purpose [Verse Six: Cory Gunz] Uh! I ain't with none of that I ain't never in back where all the frontin' at Militia the gang, CMB enterprise Somebody pray for me 'cause it's dinner time Hide your wife and your kids, bitch I'm a home wrecker Guard your chest and get a vest full of chrome checker Yessir, little +Redman+ on his own methods Niggas suck and y'all like 'em, you're dome neckers Anyway I go out, I'll be mobbin' for dole Mama lonely, in your hood, ask about me, they know me Respect is given, if less delivered, respect is taken More chops and drops than niggas record breakin' Tell a threat fake and nigga name a place, time And I'm a take seconds, nigga ain't gon' waste time Love how, you niggas doin' tank time Fuckin' wrap towel rats, snake spawn