what's yours dad?
beef
yeah, but what's it called?
to join us and help work on god's plan to make the world a better place
for our families and future generations
why aren't we what they be?
where's our sitcom family?
where's the perfect boy or girl?
where's our happy meal?
where's our identity?
your foot is in the door
what the hell
we don't care
we're safe in our four walls
what's happened to our spirit?
it's withered, sick and grey
been scared into blind worship
i can't see any other way
but the problems, they keep arising
we're hurt, we're unfulfilled
"the peasants are getting restless"
we're sick of pushing shit uphill
when the substance of this system wears too thin
let's kick it inVerse One:
No one has to ask who be actin' bad
Eightball and MJ pimpin' G be all up in that a@#!
From Memphis, #$%! around the world and then back again
Make non-rappin' weak MC's go home practicin'
I flip a Benz, @#$! and plenty Benjamins
Low key, plenty ends makes plenty friends
Baby, I got all the herbs that I need @#$
Smoke up a pound and leave you b@#$%! niggaz in disbelief
Inhale the smoke and every word I wrote came out dope
Not like that crack, I mean lyrical dope above tracks
Not sayin' I won't pull the Rueger and put hollow to ya
Have ya mama on her knees screamin' Hallelujah
Lay it down playa, Suave House, Bad Boy, Fat Boy
And @#$%! to tap boy
Matter of fact boy, this is not a act boy
The player way, keep the player makin' stacks boy
Chorus:
Everything that I do be all about the loot
I been kickin' up dust in my Polo boots
Gettin' blowed on the droll, takin' smoke up my nose
I give the world to a woman, but I don't love h!#'s
I'm a player, baby and don't you forget
You need to get with it, let me hit it and split it
In the bed, on the floor, hot tub, everyday
The player way, the player way
Verse Two: Mase
Now on, on, break o' dawn, can't stop, I'm too hot
Look see, my niggaz rock, height man be in the drop
Me no care if the B's be tinted, you won't see me in it
'less there's TV's in it
I can talk by the way you talk and the way you chit-chat
You foul and if you !@# styles you wouldn't get back
You thinkin' you invincible, you ain't hard to get at
I know everywhere you go, everywhere you live at
I be wanna click-clack and you be ready to get back
I be ready to go to war, you ain't gon' be with that
You be the same cat that I run up on and spit at
Bleedin' all crazy and don't know where you hit at
I'm dead up, niggaz doin' drama better shut up, I'm fed up
Know for my Roley I was set up
I can't let up, you in some sh$%! that don't concer