This song is written as the perspective of the boys in the street, as a whole, and what path they are going to choose as they get older and grow into men. (This is why the music video takes place in an orphanage.) The seen, and unseen collective suffering is imbedded in the boys’ mind, consciously or subconsciously, and is haunting them. Which path will the boys choose? Issac Hayes is the voice of reason, maybe God, the angel on his shoulder, or the voice of his forefathers from beyond the grave who can see the big picture and are pleading with the boys not to continue the violence and pattern of killing their brothers, but to rise above. The most beautiful song and has so many levels. Racism towards African Americans in America would not exist if everyone sat down and listened to this song and understood the history behind the words. The power, fear, pleading in RZA and Ghostface voices are genuine and powerful. Issac Hayes’ strong voice makes the perfect strong father figure, who is possibly from beyond the grave.
What?
Back to back Benzes, with the Wild Gremlins
Gaultier style lenses, talents in the .40 cal
This is life now
Let me find out, you want the lifestyle of mine
No pal of mine
Runnin' with goons with knife wounds from jail time
Got the squad lookin' like tycoon, we all shine
While we parlay with the flyest mami on 25th street
Watch how honey in the Lex do it
I'm in the 6V with the 12 next to it
You wanna stick me? Then put ya best to it, or die, black
We see you in Allah Kingdom, you try that
Check the fly cat, 2-point-5, multiply that
Cash rules, on my arm I flash jewels, and tattoos
You can look, but don't touch, we bad news
American Me, elegancy, treasury
With the hopes to be rich before they bury me
Born a Baptist, but moved on to higher practice
My fire ashes, only macks I interact with
We all Dons, strong arm, all on calm
But if it's war we on, comin' for niggas who crossed me wrong
Select features, sit back, connect the pieces
Inject the thesis, spoke to my pops and left him speechless
He saw me sprout, goin' through worlds that wore me out
Never call me out, bitches and money, that's what we all about
Through all the routes landed here
Beach houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential suites at The Tangier
(How you livin' on your block?) Mines is hot
(How you livin' on your block?) I got it locked
(What's goin' down on your side?) Who got shot?
Same shit, dun (yeah alright, I'll meet you up top)
Yo, it's hard to shake this feelin' that I might get knocked
(Dun, you know it don't stop, we can't close up shop)
VVSin', nothin' less than how we steppin'
Coupes kitted, cuties with it, sleazy dressin'
See me flexin' through the hood, D's be stressin'
Illegal search, tryna find weapons for gun possession
Never one for questions, every move made is destined
Black fluorescence, let's take it back to the essence
Another version, of the Goldie, mack, pimp servin'
Convince the urban, project, ghetto prince emergin'
Half Hispanic, hollow tips, massive damage
The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
Chipped up, live by morals, don't get it mixed up
Diss what? Millionaire strut, with the crisp cut
Switched up, slow goin', gold showin'
Doe flowin', eyes don't lie, hoes knowin'
Main attraction, lace love in the latest fashion
Trained in mackin' never, rockin' Gators clashin'
Assorted wear, AZ, Firm extrordinaire
Make it more severe, lockin' shit down all this year
Nowhere to go from here, but the top of this sphere
Nothin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this here
With the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holster
See me at the Copa, platinum choker
The God's with me, mad blunt smoke, it's hard to miss me
Pick one out of two dimes to twist me
New 9's is crispy, mind on chips, rhyme on shit
That's strictly made for cats whose rich
Excuse me, is that your bitch in my 6?
Turnin' up the volume when she hear my hits
On her wall mad flicks, now you want me blasted
But don't get it confused over this rap shit
Kinda laced, lookin' at diamonds in my onyx face
Oyster Perpetual Rollie with the Day and Date
Y'all playa hate this
Too fly for female singers who get face lifts and fake titties
We rule the world and take cities, I dreamed of this, son
Happy we made it past the Jakes, fakes and fiends in the slum
(Word)
(How you livin' on your block?) Mine is hot
(How you livin' on your block?) I got it locked
(What's goin' down on your side?) Who got shot?
Same shit, dun (yeah alright, I'll meet you up top)
Yo it's hard to shake this feelin' that I might get knocked
(Dun, you know it don't stop, we can't close up shop)
(Uh, what?) It's a doe thing, niggas know the game don't change
(Uh, uh) from the coke game (coke game) to the dope game
From a slow brain (dope game)
Haha (fuck a no name)
We done did it again son, they can't fuck with that (no doubt, uh)
You know the game don't stop (Firm Biz)
From the coke game to the dope game (Firm Biz)
(Total Package)
Niggas know that the game don't stop
From the coke game to the dope game, fuck a no-name (B.K., Q.B., uh)
That the game don't stop, from the coke game (Escobar, Sosa)
To the dope game, know the doe (haha, uh)
Niggas know that the game don't stop
From the coke game to the dope game (Firm Biz)
Niggas know that the game don't stop
Niggas know that the game don't stop
Niggas know that the game don't stop
From the coke game, to the dope game, fuck a no-name
Back to back Benzes, with the Wild Gremlins
Gaultier style lenses, talents in the .40 cal
This is life now
Let me find out, you want the lifestyle of mine
No pal of mine
Runnin' with goons with knife wounds from jail time
Got the squad lookin' like tycoon, we all shine
While we parlay with the flyest mami on 25th street
Watch how honey in the Lex do it
I'm in the 6V with the 12 next to it
You wanna stick me? Then put ya best to it, or die, black
We see you in Allah Kingdom, you try that
Check the fly cat, 2-point-5, multiply that
Cash rules, on my arm I flash jewels, and tattoos
You can look, but don't touch, we bad news
American Me, elegancy, treasury
With the hopes to be rich before they bury me
Born a Baptist, but moved on to higher practice
My fire ashes, only macks I interact with
We all Dons, strong arm, all on calm
But if it's war we on, comin' for niggas who crossed me wrong
Select features, sit back, connect the pieces
Inject the thesis, spoke to my pops and left him speechless
He saw me sprout, goin' through worlds that wore me out
Never call me out, bitches and money, that's what we all about
Through all the routes landed here
Beach houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential suites at The Tangier
(How you livin' on your block?) Mines is hot
(How you livin' on your block?) I got it locked
(What's goin' down on your side?) Who got shot?
Same shit, dun (yeah alright, I'll meet you up top)
Yo, it's hard to shake this feelin' that I might get knocked
(Dun, you know it don't stop, we can't close up shop)
VVSin', nothin' less than how we steppin'
Coupes kitted, cuties with it, sleazy dressin'
See me flexin' through the hood, D's be stressin'
Illegal search, tryna find weapons for gun possession
Never one for questions, every move made is destined
Black fluorescence, let's take it back to the essence
Another version, of the Goldie, mack, pimp servin'
Convince the urban, project, ghetto prince emergin'
Half Hispanic, hollow tips, massive damage
The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
Chipped up, live by morals, don't get it mixed up
Diss what? Millionaire strut, with the crisp cut
Switched up, slow goin', gold showin'
Doe flowin', eyes don't lie, hoes knowin'
Main attraction, lace love in the latest fashion
Trained in mackin' never, rockin' Gators clashin'
Assorted wear, AZ, Firm extrordinaire
Make it more severe, lockin' shit down all this year
Nowhere to go from here, but the top of this sphere
Nothin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this here
With the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holster
See me at the Copa, platinum choker
The God's with me, mad blunt smoke, it's hard to miss me
Pick one out of two dimes to twist me
New 9's is crispy, mind on chips, rhyme on shit
That's strictly made for cats whose rich
Excuse me, is that your bitch in my 6?
Turnin' up the volume when she hear my hits
On her wall mad flicks, now you want me blasted
But don't get it confused over this rap shit
Kinda laced, lookin' at diamonds in my onyx face
Oyster Perpetual Rollie with the Day and Date
Y'all playa hate this
Too fly for female singers who get face lifts and fake titties
We rule the world and take cities, I dreamed of this, son
Happy we made it past the Jakes, fakes and fiends in the slum
(Word)
(How you livin' on your block?) Mine is hot
(How you livin' on your block?) I got it locked
(What's goin' down on your side?) Who got shot?
Same shit, dun (yeah alright, I'll meet you up top)
Yo it's hard to shake this feelin' that I might get knocked
(Dun, you know it don't stop, we can't close up shop)
(Uh, what?) It's a doe thing, niggas know the game don't change
(Uh, uh) from the coke game (coke game) to the dope game
From a slow brain (dope game)
Haha (fuck a no name)
We done did it again son, they can't fuck with that (no doubt, uh)
You know the game don't stop (Firm Biz)
From the coke game to the dope game (Firm Biz)
(Total Package)
Niggas know that the game don't stop
From the coke game to the dope game, fuck a no-name (B.K., Q.B., uh)
That the game don't stop, from the coke game (Escobar, Sosa)
To the dope game, know the doe (haha, uh)
Niggas know that the game don't stop
From the coke game to the dope game (Firm Biz)
Niggas know that the game don't stop
Niggas know that the game don't stop
Niggas know that the game don't stop
From the coke game, to the dope game, fuck a no-name
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How Ya Livin' Lyrics as written by La Forrest Cope Anthony Cruz
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