Genocide & Juice

While growing up in the ghetto
My time went fast
See i be stealing from the grown ups
Running from the tasks
As i dash through the grass everyday
Skipping class
My daddy dont be tripping
So you can kiss my ass
Pass the doogie doobie lefthand side
Only nine years old getting high getting high
I wonder why my teacher's sweating me
I did my history it dont relate to me
My gpa 1.3
See i remember places the names streets dates
Anybody rolling with stolen license plates
But if that faked out of date shit
Wasnt in my way
Ask me anything or where im from
I bet i get an a minus
In fact i am the finest
Counting male faster than you can say your highness
Dont combat me with dryness
Cos i know the definition of any slang word
So what's that synonym you're wishing?
I want to be a lawyer
Accused of a liar like latoya
So im dropping the fourth grade
Slinging lemonade
I am my own keeper
A young o'erachiever
Ten cents a cup, im a gonna have to leave that shit to beaver
Now i lay me down to sleep
Cos i cant eat my noodles right
Dead bodies every other night

We fucking up the appetite
Tragedy is an everyday thing
Put on a video game sit some time
If i can stand the pain
Give me the knowledge from the street
Now watch me learn it
I went to get a job
But too young for a work permit
Dont come my way (fool)
I might just have to gack
They say we growing up fast
But we just dying faster

Chorus
Always dropping the good or villain cop
Slam the child on the hard concrete
Repeat


Well it's june 17th
It couldnt have came to me no quicker
11 years old
My chest a little thicker
How you figger
My life is gonna be bigger and better
When that path im rolling on
Is similar to that crooked letter
Once i get a better view
To check out that avenue
Its drug infested
Planted there just for me to be tested
On the hard concrete
Now it's three years later
Came for me literally
Caught me up stacking that refrigerator
Ator
Catching shirley down the block
In the bucket
She stepped to the back
That's when i stuck it fuck it
My first piece of butt
It was just my luck
Cause nine months later
At my door she showed up
Damn i was stuck
Reminiscing in my seat
I just turned sixteen but to me
It's not sweet
No edumaction
This combination of ghetto life
Is a straine pass the ben gay cream
Eighteen looking as old as don king
The indo in my brain
Keep asking my
How many years is it until my life expectancy
Well let's see
Another three done take away
And now the hustling games a part of me
Everyday
My life is on the line
Fool you can catch my fist
Cos any other place
Can be a better place than this
Im now dismissed
My body hit the concrete
The bullet had no name
As it was introduced to me
The next morning
Headline front page
Young man shot cos of death of age

Try to rise above it all
Or drown in ...


Chorus


Man this is really something repeat

Well now haha what have we here?

Chorus
C-c-c-come with it
Get down get down get down 2ce
Repeat

It's almost ten o clock see i got a ball of lifted property
So i slid my beenie hat on sloppily
And promenade out to take up a collection
I got game like i read the directions
I 'm wishing that i had an automobile
As i feel the cold wind rush past
But let me state that i am a hustler for real
So you know i got the stolen bus pass
Just as the bus pulls up and i step to the rear
This ole lady look like she drank a forty of fear
I see my ole school partner said his brother got popped
Pay my respects
Can you ring the bell we came to my stop
The street light reflects off the piss on the ground
Which reflects off the hamburger sign as it turns round
Which reflects off the chrome of the bmw
Which reflects off the fact that i am broke
Now what the fuck is new
I need loot i sweat the motherfucka
In the tweed suit
And i'm on his ass quicker than a kick from a grease boot
Eased up slow and discreet
Could tell he was suspicious by the way he slid his feet
Didn't wanna fuck up the come on
So i smiled with my eyes said hey how it's hanging guy
Bumped into his shoulders but he passed with no reaction
Damn this motherfucka had a hella of andrew jacksons
I'm a thief or pickpocket give a fuck what you call it
Used to call em fat cats.
I just call them wallets getting federal aint just a klepto
Master card or visa i'd gladly accept those
Sneaky motherfucka with a scam know how to pull it
Got a mirror in my pocket but that wont stop no bullets
Story just begun but you already know
Aint no need to get down shit i'm already low


Chorus


My footsteps echo in the darkness
My teeth clenched tight like a fist in the cold sharp mist
I look down and i hear my somach growling
Step to burger king to attack it like a shaolin
I never pay for shit that i can get by doing dirt
Link up to the girl cashier and start to flirt
All up in her face and her breath was like murder
Damn the shit i do for a free hamburger
(girl )"well you got my number you gonna call me tonite"
It depends is them burgers attached to a price
"sorry sorry"
Im just kidding i'ma call you write you love letters
"it's all good"
Thanks for the burgers emm hook me up with a dr pepper.
(girl)thats cool you want some ice
Yeah and some fries will be hella nice
(girl) damn my managers coming play it off okay have a nice day
Im up outta here anyway
I use peoples before they use me
Cos you could get got by an uzi over an oz
Thats what an og told me
Gots to find someplace warm and cozy to eat the vittles that i just got
Came to an underground parking lot
This place is good as any fuck its all good
Walked in found a car hopped itself up on a hood
Ate my burger threw back my cola
Somebody said hey it was a rented pig i thought it was a roller
"want me to call the cops?"
I dont want them to see me
Looked down and saw that i was sitting on a lamboughini
It was rollses ferraris and jags by the dozen
A building door opened
Damn it was my cousin
Getting offa work dressed up no lie
Tux cummerband and a blackbow tie
I was like hey
"who is it"
Me
"oh whats up man i just quit this company
They hella racist and the pay was too low "
I said arite what was up in there though
"a party with rich motherfuckas i dont know the situation
I know they got cabbage owning corporations
Ibm chryslers and shit is what they seeing"
Just then a light bulb went off in my head
They be thinking all black folks is resembling
Gimme your tux and i'll do some pocket swindling
Fit the change in the bathroom and i freeze off my nuts
Lets take a short break
While i get into this tux
Grunt zipp
Alright i'm ready


Chorus


Fresh dressed like a million bucks
I be the flyiest muthafucka in an afro and a tux
My arm is at a right angle up silver tray in my hand
May i interest you in some caviar mam
My eyes shoots round the room there and here
Noticing the diamonds in the chandelier
Background barry manilow copacobana
And a strong ass scent of stoagies from havana
What no place where a brother might been
Snobby ole ladies drinking champagne with rich white men
Allrite then lets begin this
Nights like this is good for business
Five minutes in the mix noticed several diffrent cliques
Talking giggling and shit
Well one mother fucka gave me twits
And everbody else jacking it throttling
Found out later you know coca cola bottling
Talking to a black man who he's confused
We looking hella bourgie
Ass all tight and seditty
Recognzed him as the mayor of my city
Who treats young black man like frank nitty
Mr coke said to mr mayor "you know we got a process like ice t's hair
We put up the fund for your election campaign
And oh um waiter can you bring the champagne"
A real estate fronts as opportunities arousing
To make some condos out of low income housing
Immediately we need some media heat
To say that gangs run the street and then we bring in the police fleet
Harrasing me everbody till they look inebriated
When we bought the land motherfuckas will appreciate it
Dont worry about the urban league or jesse jackson
My man that owns marlboros
Donated a fat sum
Thats when i step back some to contemplate what few know
Sat down wrestle with my thoughts like a sumo
Aint no one player that could beat this lunancy
Aint no hustler on the street could do a whole community
This is how deep shit can get
It reads macaroni on my birth certificate
Poontang is my middle name but i cant hang
I'm getting hustled
Only knowing half the game
Shit how the fuck do i get out of this place.

I aint seen shit
I aint heard (nothing) i dont know what happen
I dont speak pig latin
I am a motherfucking true when its us against you
So fox skyhutch and inspector goose
I was taught dont rely on pigs for protection
Shit i dont even ask em for directions
Youre in the wrong section of the hood for a crime to be inspected
Got this block infected
You could get ejected inspected
Aint no love when youre the fuzz
I mean the fizz i mean my daddy told me who you was
I mean the wiz i mean
You cant get win
Ease on down the road we got a dont speak to cops code
I went pro working for the man with the electric chair
Thats why i never watched roberta and i hated huggie bear
Even scooby doo snitched with that hippy ass van
But me i know the scoop i know the plan
Ask me no questions i tell you no lies
You know the deal the real criminals who dressed in suit and ties
Who holds the wealth you do more damage than health
So for me and my folks we gonna just do for self
I dont know shit about those stolen goods
You want peace mother fucker raise up out tha hood
I think you should no one is all i m gonna say
To get that 411 you better go ask mary j.
Eroc do not play when there's pigs in town clown
You try looking up encyclopedia brown
Thats when he frown asking who selling herb
I got disturbed fool i'm not your mocking bird
The only words coming out of my mouth is a lyrical thang
So please back tha fuck up off my screen tho
Since i was four you was known to be the enemy
Like rintintin you only give a shit for me
The community took four steps higher
86ing motherfuckas working for the suppliers
So sayonara before you catch a cap in your ass
No more questions in here so dont ask


Chorus
You want peace motherfucka
Raise up out of the hood repeat


Well all the tattletalers and undercover dwellers
They are here to be placed into helicopter propellers
And the narcotic snatched up by the seat of his pants
His face was driven into a hill of army ants
The man had the murder for his benz and his face
I never saw the assailant he vanished through the mists
"you know the faces and names all your stories are polluted
Tell me the truth before i have you electrocuted"
Attempting on my person wouldnt be the wise thing
In your thoughts you have fear of my peoples uprisings
The masses rebel your aircraft propels
A cop was shot seven rounds were expelled
Went straight right to hell just for being a fascist
Burned uniforms and piles of human ashes
"your making this difficult so for being a bastard
I'll have you charged for murderer and resisting arrest"
I never did resist you're telling 4 smiths
Shes swung with the sticks so i made a spinal column twist
Twist one came with a body blow to osaygefo
And he struck my abdominals and fractured his hand
Rebels away through the twigs blasted their wigs
And there you will find a red ocean of pigs
Stay away from my zone
Where it starts and it ends
That's how we murder policemen upon planet 10
Step into this 8 by 10
Im getting nervous you feel me point blank
Yo i feel the coppers came to serve us
But now here he comes
Stepping through the fucking dough
And we dont know who smoked that motherfucking cop at the liquor store
But now you creep through the hood looking for a clue
But your bob head twice with the point blank crew
Running up my bumper for late registration
Taking me to that station for interrogation
And i guess i'm just supposed to just let my tongue run
Asking me shit that would get my mother hung
But where im from up in my hood the shit wont raise
If a brother is constantly tripping that would be his arse
But now you wanna creep up on me and threaten me with time
While you got the billy club pointed at my spine
With things nowadays aint the same like they used to be
Doing time for contempt aint new to me
I never feared going down with my whole damn crew
Only thing that i fear is ever fucking with you
Well i too took a beating from the boys in blue
And all cops watched like a pay per view
And unless you're referring to this incident
We dont know nothing and we aint seen shit
Get it

Chorus

[singers]
Who is the motherfucker rollin through the hood?
Who is the motherfucker up to no good?
Y'all know who he is
Y'all know just who he is!
Who is the motherfucker takin your bank?
Who is the motherfucker always on the gank?
Y'all know who he is
Y'all know just who he is!

[e-roc]
Now who's that motherfucker who rollin down my street
Every other week, jackin shit, while ya sleep
Creepin through the cuts, heartless don't give a fuck
If ya broke, "did you pay last month's car note?"
Ohh, i be scrapin, scratchin for bones
I got the cellular phone i just picked up on loans
Keepin up with them jones put my ass in debt
Now who's the motherfucker tryin to take my shit?
It's the repo man, addin interest rates
He's got "break-yo'self" on his license plate
He took my color tv, the dining room set
The microwave, my daddy's corvette
If you in debt, he's gon' get yo' ass for somethin
I heard - it's no future in yo' frontin
So let it be known, black folks don't own
They just give us this shit on loan!

[singers]
Who is the motherfucker rollin through the hood?
Who is the motherfucker up to no good?
It's the repo man
It's the repo man
Who is the motherfucker takin your bank?
Who is the motherfucker always on the gank?
It's the repo man
God damn it's the repo man

[boots]
Seen him slidin through the town about eleven o'clock
A 1994 850 and the tires were stock
He'll make a visit to your house like without no knock
And if you pulls out a pole it wouldn't be no shock
I gives a fuck how much you bench press, if you ain't pushin up
That twenty-five percent interest, your property gets chin checked
Reposessed, now your ride is at the shoe department, dressed for less
He gives a fuck if youse a mobber with three toddlers and a infant
He'll take the tv and the carpet in the living room that's stain resistant
It's like living in the house wit yo' daddy pearchin nice
You can own a chair, but it's still pop's merchandise
And ain't no gettin up and movin outside
The repo man got clientele worldwide
But trip on this, when you think you step ahead
Cause most likely, you one paycheck ahead
Of the repo man

[singers]
Who is the motherfucker rollin through the hood?
Who is the motherfucker up to no good?
Y'all know it's the repo man
It's the repo man!
Who is the motherfucker takin your bank?
Who is the motherfucker always on the gank?
It's that repo man
God damn it's the repo man

[singers]
Who is the motherfucker rollin through the hood?
Who is the motherfucker up to no good?
Who is the motherfucker takin your bank?
Who is the motherfucker always on the gank?
Who is the motherfucker rollin through the hood?
Who is the motherfucker up to no good?
Who is the motherfucker takin your bank?
Who is the motherfucker always on the gank?
Who is the motherfucker rollin through the hood?
Who is the motherfucker up to no good?
Who is the motherfucker takin your bank?
Who is the motherfucker always on the gank? ..

[spice-1]
Stepping up out of my cell
With santos and county blues handcuffs and shackles
Gonna ride up on that grey goose,
Coming out of a case
Cos i was strapped with my nines
They see these drawers that im wearing
Muthafuckas aint mine nigga
Excuse me homie can i hit that mista
Niggas blowing up in the while a toilet tissue
Aint this a bitch some niggas are scared to here
Fool i'm with it
So phone check
Nigga get the fuck off the line
Before i stick your ass in here and have to do some more timeplayer
Want to give me the strap cos i was strapped with a glock
I guess i got to sit my black ass right there and get shot see
Fool
But fool it aint no going out
See i keep scoring clout
And show these niggas what im all about
See niggas screaming from cell to cell
Snitches dont tell a party in hell a santa rita county jail

[e-roc]
Everytime i turn around everytime i look
Im considered to be a murderer a crook,
Ali shook the world im gonna shake my homies hand
Three in the morning dressed in blue once again
My size ten rest upon the concrete floor
Heads bob real slow to a freestyle flow
I dont know this masterplan cant understand
Why there's more black folks in jail than japenese in japan
But err my eyes pink
Sitting upon that bunk
Thinking about them tickets
Choking up on that funk chunk
Withca a snicker from my commisary bank
Sunday monday came fool im out this home change
But it makes me think the systems treating us like a merry go round
One day you're chilling at home
The next you headed down
Sam peace to my hounds in the county in the pen
Once again its a santa rita weekend

Chorus: 2x

Just sitting up on the top bunk
Watching the cell block row.

[e-40]
Seven zeroh seven case motherfucking number two eleven
Stressing manifestin tore up from the floor
Penelope's gots me on the floor
Accused of robbing a store
Who you know nigga naybody?
Besides which i refuse to answer any questions
Without the advisory of my lawyer mr baker
Perming? of this wall i make
Let me go po po im innocent
Mistaken right suppose all blacks look alike
Thank you kindly sir
You need to practice your professional better
Never run up on me again
Bust a pattern be off into the wind
Back up off me beyatch
Just the other day my cronies shot me up high
We warn you baby boy
You becoming hella tight
Clayback back a building up there by dreno, rita, quentin also gino

Chorus

[boots]
Nah man i didnt want the chorus right here
I wanna throw that right down there you know
That bassline

Its like yeaoh, meao? weigh (wait) two scales
It dont mean shit when you'r sitting in the county jail
Is it my turn to tell the tale
Of how i got popped and how my lawyer failed to get me out
On the slight spot cell block my homies give me love
Some here for having gacks
Some here for selling drugs
Sometimes you do your shit
And aint no second tries
Look around theres hell of motherfuckas that i recognize
Oh whats up man im back again
But its a temporary situation
Taking weekend vacation
Government incaceration
I call myself working on a pay hike
They calling me working on my third strike
Sike i cant go forward
And motherfuckas cant ignore it
Cos all my peoples on parole
In the pen gotta warrant
So its some shit i done leaped in
Damn another santa rita weekend

Chorus