Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, ha, ha,
U -Nash and
O .C.,
O .C. and
U -Nash, yeah, yeah,
Medina style
Committin' crimes with the rhyme,
always on time
Laughin' on the island with
a honey that's a dime
Sippin' on wine, escaping
New
York life
Fleein' the inner city
streets for a little paradise
I rent a villa on the beach on a
lamb like a killer chillin'
But I'm not a villain,
feelin' the effects of the mata
And the weed you nazz cop
from the rasta's
Gettin' high as the climate,
designer drug dosage
Raps I spit be ferocious, quoted like
Confucius
Thick like mucus in the membrane,
penetrate like
Bengay
On the mic motherfuckers
call me sensei
Cluster, lustrious like a carrot that
I copped from the district
Bus rhymes like a biscuit, messed up,
unpronunciated with the
C
Mesmerizing chicks from
New
York to
Gay
Barry
I never knew that my life,
it could be so hard
What's the matter with your life?
Gotta get yourself together and make things right,
you know
What's the matter with your
world?
General
Monk,
Monk style, you nasty, I get wild
Chasing 2 ,200 miles outside of town
Yo,
O, hold it down
No doubt
At the rate of sound travels,
my team will have you caught from a smoking barrel
Dare to paralyze my
Mac parallel lines, here's my rhymes,
this shit I designed
You and I first, I first, draw last, die first
Time to realize you're
fucking with the worst
And it gets no better than the 21st letter
Can a man on the planet stop the
bar from getting cheddar?
Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah,
what's the matter with your world?
We in the mix like this, drink
Hen, pop
Chris, warming up another verse
Yo son I got this, watch this, how I rock shit, lock shit,
600 coupe chop chop shit, big ape rock chop shit
Ayy I like spike mics like football punts,
man I do this on the rim, yo this shit ain't no fun
No illusions, I want the absence of confusion,
and if I can't get it
I'ma start a revolution
Yeah, know what I'm sayin'?
Everything that glitters ain't gold
And when I seem I'm at my tightest,
that's when I lose control
But right now, me and
O, we gon' show you
how it is back at home
So what's the deal, people?
How y 'all?
It's
Nevaja
Caught a little drama back in
South
Carolina
Caught up in some bullshit,
a half a brick thick
Me and these three cats and
this one sneaky bitch
Called up
Wifey,
Mama, I need bail
Don't tell
Mama
Dukes till I get out jail
Airplane ticket, get the loot, move your tail
Now it's back to the drawing boards,
my plans fail
Couple weeks later, here comes
Wifey's birthday
You're turning 24,
it's a glorious day
Showed you all my plans down to
X on the map
Ten days after that you
lied dead on my lap
I seen my whole world diminish
in just two minutes
Where I thought our life was starting
or if yours just finished
Now I'm home at night,
holding down I see
Tears rolling down my face
while I steam these trees
It's a must that I bust,
cause I must succeed
I'm the strongest out my breed so I
provide what me and need
What's the matter with your world?
I never knew that my life it
could be so hard
What's the matter with your life?
Gotta get yourself together and make things right,
you know
What's the matter with your world?
I never knew that my life,
it could be so hard
What's the matter with your life?
Gotta get yourself together and make things right,
you know
What's the matter with your world?
Co -signing on my nigga trial, shit got wild
He caught a case for a body and a pistol,
shit's foul
Cops run their mouth a mile a
minute like bitches
Instead of holding it down,
niggas turn snitches
Stressed like fuck and you
can see it in my face
I was going through problems with my
shorty plus thinking about my man,
Nivaha
Politicking with his mom, dude,
struggling to scrape up cake
Forced car date, I felt like shit,
I didn't come through
Blue skies turned gray so I proceeded to pray
It ain't working,
the whole situation's uncertain
Rent's overdue,
bills piling like curtains
Bitches on my back, this chick named
Kat
Was on my side till I got wise
and opened up my eyes
Bad luck for this life, ah hell, I say what's the matter with
my world?
It's scary to me, because I don't want to see nobody,
and basketball, as much as I love
it, it's worth,
nobody's worth getting hurt over.
I'd rather, if they'd said, well,
I'm going shoot somebody at this game,
know, give them the game.
Give them the game, they can have my money,
I'll walk out and come to the next game and
clap for them.
Because it ain't worth it.
I see I had a friend of mine and he got killed over basketball game,
reffing a game, but
he made a bad call.
Somebody killed him, over a call.
He blew a whistle, somebody killed him.
It ain't worth it.
It worth it.
It ain't worth it.
