Emcee Sake
12-01-2005, 02:25 AM
Sharks and shanks
Coke and Weed thats dank
these are the things in my everyday world
its enough to make other mutha fuckas hurl
understand that this is a suggestion not a complaint
but Bush is still fightin a war to this very date
He should be spendin money on cleanin up the crack
Or better yet givin our troops some extra Flack
It's time to focus on the war in our own field
Cuz im sick of seeing my brothers get killed
Leme tell you bout a boy named mark
Mark was one of the afore mentioned sharks
he grew up learnin to use his fist
Ready to throw arms if a homie was dissed
As time went by Mark grew and grew
Till eventually the day came where he joined a crew
Eventually those fists were replaced with a knife
Now this is the turn that changed marks life
Later on Mark learned this important new fact
He could get niggas to do whatever he wanted by flashin his Mac
All was well till Mark crossed pasth with a nigga perpetratin the same scheme
A flash in the parking lot as two pieces of metal gleamed
Two shots rang out one fell to hell
Now my man mark is locked up in a cell
I always told my boys to watch they moves
But they kept playin the game thinkin they so smooth
But it's a lifestyle from which you can't out run
Cuz eventually the rock is your only source of income
So each and every day i saw one or another slingin
And each and every day their shit was more blingin
But what goes around comes around its just like Nas said
Its poison and i warned em not to let it go to their heads
but for some reason good advice gets rejected
and each and every day the hood gets more infected
With the poison the coke and the crickity crack
every day someone tryin to sell me ecstacy or Smack
I'm sick of of these repettive decades
we're the shackeled decendants of slaves
The only way we can get out of this life style
go to school get an education and let your money pile
There's one other way that seems the popular route
Dress like a gangster and use it as the topic to rap about
Coke and Weed thats dank
these are the things in my everyday world
its enough to make other mutha fuckas hurl
understand that this is a suggestion not a complaint
but Bush is still fightin a war to this very date
He should be spendin money on cleanin up the crack
Or better yet givin our troops some extra Flack
It's time to focus on the war in our own field
Cuz im sick of seeing my brothers get killed
Leme tell you bout a boy named mark
Mark was one of the afore mentioned sharks
he grew up learnin to use his fist
Ready to throw arms if a homie was dissed
As time went by Mark grew and grew
Till eventually the day came where he joined a crew
Eventually those fists were replaced with a knife
Now this is the turn that changed marks life
Later on Mark learned this important new fact
He could get niggas to do whatever he wanted by flashin his Mac
All was well till Mark crossed pasth with a nigga perpetratin the same scheme
A flash in the parking lot as two pieces of metal gleamed
Two shots rang out one fell to hell
Now my man mark is locked up in a cell
I always told my boys to watch they moves
But they kept playin the game thinkin they so smooth
But it's a lifestyle from which you can't out run
Cuz eventually the rock is your only source of income
So each and every day i saw one or another slingin
And each and every day their shit was more blingin
But what goes around comes around its just like Nas said
Its poison and i warned em not to let it go to their heads
but for some reason good advice gets rejected
and each and every day the hood gets more infected
With the poison the coke and the crickity crack
every day someone tryin to sell me ecstacy or Smack
I'm sick of of these repettive decades
we're the shackeled decendants of slaves
The only way we can get out of this life style
go to school get an education and let your money pile
There's one other way that seems the popular route
Dress like a gangster and use it as the topic to rap about