Nappy Roots - Be On Yo Way lyrics

feat. Episode
[Fish Scales] yea [R. Prophit] Awwwww [Fish Scales] Wassup [R. Prophit] yes´sa [Fish Scales]
You know dat [R. Prophit] Nappy Roots & Game Point [Fish Scales] Fish Scales & R. Prophit,
Game Point, Wassup?

[Chours][R. Prophit]
See I do not care what them people say
And I blow tress & just grind all day
See I truley know dat my hustles gone pay
So you best be on yo wayyyy

[Episode]
Most times I am gettin serious, I do not play no games
You niggas dats curious, you gone feel da flame
Cause rhymes that I hit cha wit, It will prolly crack ya frame
Wether you a city black male, it is all da same

[Fish Scales]
I just hit Fern Valley Rd., I got a bag full a cookies
A white girl drivin dat keeps da stash in her pussy
Got my cousion back at home, still watchin fo da block
And dis white girl too, so she aint stoppin fo da cops

[Chours] 1x

[Fish Scales]
But once again I gots to lay down da law
[Yo]Cause niggas lookin at me like my hustle have got to fall
Bitch you aint never seen a Sunbird on some 18´s, lookin so clean
When I was young I swear to God that was my ultimate dream
But now I am 25 & all I want is bubbled eyes
Come threw wit a big body wit double tires, it is gettin hard
I know y´all don´t want to hate me, but it is to hard, I am good folks
it is simple, like all my niggas get drinks & get smokes & keep dope

[Episode]
Outside, niggas with techniques & young preists
shakin fakin smth, life in da beach aint nuttin sweet
Concerned with a navigator, illest nigga on beats
Them scales to alagator, PHD in da street
G P, Nappy, indeed we in a faith for cash
We move make, bend rules & law break
Aint no escape, impliment ya plan, make it work
Cause I ama stack until my old ass is in da dirt

[Chours] 2x

[R. Prophit]
I greet life, hold me tight, been lonley most my life
Walk past somethin dats dried, crumbled inside
Tried to be, find somebody believe in dis here
Most people they fear, black male rap fo real
I majored dis yeahr, like Damon Waynes on top of his game
Never leavin da game, it is Prophit boy on top of ya brain
Fumblin blunts, sometimes stumblin drunk
Stumblin crunk, come threw rumblin trunks
Nappy hit pumps, & Game Point lights ya junts
No time fo stunts, my people been hungry fo months
You know me dawg, always have got to keep it raw
Speakin real life shit off dat alchol

[Chours] 2X

[Talking]
It is over now
Hey what up my nigga?
They talkin bout us man?
man f*ck these hoes
Burn it down, fo real
I aint in dat shit
Man, f*ck them niggas man
Always
Underground fo life
underground forever
Lets get these niggas
Game Point
Nappy

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