Just 2 Get By

[Intro] "You talk like a fucking punk, Q" "Fuck you, man!" "Yo, chill!" "No, fuck chill! Check yourself, Q! You gotta snap some collars and let them motherfuckers know you're there to take them out anytime you feel like it! You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, partner, get the wind behind your back and go out in a blaze if you got to! Otherwise you ain't shit! You might as well be dead your damn self!" "You tryin' to tell me I ain't shit?" "I ain't tryin' to tell you shit. I'll tell your mama you ain't shit" [Verse 1] I'm just ridin' through the city Not really havin' no pity for these motherfuckers Bloodsuckers with they hands reachin' Cause my preachin' got 'em thinkin' I'm really eatin' So to speakin', my lyrics got my breath reekin' Yes, I your rap sire, picture God spittin' fire All you fuckers' feel my flame, burn the Earth once again Tired of this world of pain, put the trigger to my brain Release me from this terror Kill the virus that requires more desires Fancy chains, fancy whips, different houses, different bitch I swear to me I hate this shit Cracker judges smokin' vics Never leave him with a limp, kill a nigga, no attempt Money's the root of evil when I'm the Devil Bury yourself [Hook] I'm just ridin' just to get high I swear the world got me stressed Feelin' like [inaudible], rap shit a mess Nigga, I'm the best I'm just smokin' just to get by I keep my ear to the street, nod to the beat Head on my knees, fuck the police [Verse 2] Picture youself wakin' up in the mornin' Not even yawnin' or stretchin' Just stressin', life is depressin' Mirror reflectin' all my ghetto tears Shit I heard with ghetto ears Shit I seen from ghetto peers the reason that I have no fears Take you back when I six That's when I learnt that life's a bitch Momma wouldn't give me shit Grandma used to buy me kicks Toys and different types of fits Around eight, my mom straight Naggin' shit my mom hates Grab a switch, I'm scared straight Poppa's shit got turned to crooks Gangbangin', 'caine slangin' Pants saggin', blunt-wrappin' Couple blocks, the beef crackin' Done with this Crip rappin' I ain't sayin' ''cuhs'' to try to bigger my buzz You niggas follow the drug I'm that dope [Hook] [Hook] I'm just ridin' just to get high I swear the world got me stressed Feelin' like [inaudible], rap shit a mess Nigga, I'm the best I'm just smokin' just to get by I keep my ear to the street, nod to the beat Head on my knees, fuck the police [Verse 3] Now I ain't tryin' to get no sympathy Love in my lyric discussion You rappers' discustin', my [inaudible] on this bus And I'm hot shit Why I can't be hot as these other pricks? Talkin' 'bout cars and jewels I swear you motherfuckers' stupid Disrespectful shit, Q, you motherfuckers wear your shit Fuck your bitch, number one rapper is when I'm content Hear my spit, pain and drippin' hard is what keep me fit But I ain't workin' out, just rappin' till it's workin' out Bars about different type of shit that I done ran about Mazes, I done figured out, puzzles, I done pieced 'em up Enemies, I pieced 'em out I ain't tryin' to be for 'bout what lyrics they said I'm killin' you rappers dead, I swear [Hook]