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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Random Axe
Random Axe
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Cross
Christopher Cross
Songwriter
S. Price
S. Price
Songwriter
B. Simpson
B. Simpson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Black Milk
Black Milk
Producer

Lyrics

Ok Black What you do, aha This is for everybody Listen, everybody love a star Every chick want a nigga fresh dip, pushing a car Everybody wanna fight the power, light the powder Sean Price for president Eisenhower Everybody want to rap the best, scrap the best Clap the sket, Steven Segal snap your neck Everybody know Jesus is black Everybody know the trigger finger is used to squeeze the gat Everybody know gas is high, pass the la Stash the crack when the cops come passing by Everybody wanna act so cool, like a jazz musician Grow cancer from a pack of Kools Everybody wanna sign to Koch, seven dollars a record Stop lying, you ain't getting that guap' Everybody want a beat from Black, and a verse from Guilt Everybody hating, wanting me killed, P Nobody, no Nobody wanna be at the bottom Broke barely making it, niggas not making no dollars So you wanna be on top of The world watching a ho topless on top of your (uh, uh-uh) Niggas wanna be the tough guy and hold steel 'Cause nobody wants to be weak and show fear That's why most niggas get killed, but Nobody wants to feel the bullet when the guns spill Feel them handcuffs, get put away for months But, that's what nobody wants Being done in the pen, right to the end But nobody wants to see life come to an end, nah Nobody wants to see their time gone and Nobody likes when their high's blown No hoes, no riches, don't have no shine Nobody wanna be that guy, no Yeah Somebody, yo Somebody needs to take the blame These dudes throwing rent money up just to make it rain (clowns) Fronting for a broad that don't even care about them She don't even love herself, she fuck for wealth Looking for a man she feels is somebody So she can feel that she's somebody Braindead, but give great head With a sassy mouth, at the club, whole ass is out Somebody's gon' holler, pay to fuck, probably I won't lie, the chick got some body Nice ass and tits, she got one hobby, money Catch her in the hotel lobby Looking for somebody, to spend cash Big ass finds out where the bricks stashed You'll need at least one shotty It'll be a John Doe when they find some body
Writer(s): Curtis Cross, Sean Price, Byron Simpson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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