Muddy Waters

{*gunshot* .. Marxmen!}

[Intro]

Nigga we been here forever (First Family)

Let's go! Yeahhh, y'all know how the game go

Yeah, nigga we at it, we still at 'em nigga

(Put 'em up nigga) Firing Squad! YEAH!

Just make a note of it

One, one, we like it rockin nigga

(Put 'em up) Yeah, we still hip-hoppin nigga

(It's the way of the world) One on one, yeah

Fuckin with the murder staff now (TRUE TO LIFE!!!)

[Verse 1: Billy Danze]

Yo I was drivin an $80,000 car befo' I got with Dash

But I won't lie and say this ain't about the cash

Cognac, six-pack, and some dough in the stash

Sit back and watch my children play in the grass

And hopefully through this writin I'm enlightenin the hood

(Seems sorta sheisty) Yeah; but it ain't all good

Everyone that did me wrong, know this nigga strong

So hopefully for you that animosity is gone

(THROW IT UP!) For the homey Headqcourterz

And all the other brothers we lost in muddy waters (waters)

How do we go through life when our peeps don't support us

(You put up a good fight) Yeah but the streets still caught us

And the beef still brought us, in the middle of the street

Bodies riddled from bullets from our head to our feet

The game get deep, but y'all just see the surface

Y'all don't see no purpose, y'all just sleep

(HOW SHOULD A YOUNG G STAND?) Don't ask Danze

I don't fuck with them children I'm a grown-ass man

I live on the edge, I was raised where most niggas pledge

To murder motherfuckers by the dozen

[Chorus 1]

I'm drownin in the.. shallow waters

And I'm trying so hard, to reach the top

Something so unpure.. in the air to catch

I feel siiiin upon me

[Chorus 2]

You win some, you lose some

It's two roads to choose from, choose one - muddy waters

If your family chose, the road of the old code

You bound to lose one - these muddy waters

You win some, you lose some

It's two roads to choose from, choose one

Remember how you and the homey rode, make sure you travel

With the homey soul, when steppin through muddy waters

[Verse 2: Lil' Fame]

Yo, a man once, hustled in the rain, sleet, snow

(ON THE GRIND) Sheepskin, 40 belows

To feed his family, it was sweet tears and blood

That's what I call love, what do you call love?

Picture the same man losin his life for some lame bitch

He was out on the grind for, long story short

For Father's Day she'll place flowers on his grave

Then head upstate, to visit the nigga that murdered him the next day

(Look at that) My fundamentals come from the Hill

Saratoga left love in the 'Ville

Still hear the sound of my footsteps, steppin away

From my childhood toward the physique and the frame of a nigga

But mentally I'm stuck in the past

Askin myself why I was walkin so fast

Muh'fuckers think I'm ballin, I ain't ballin

I'm drinkin wit'cha'll tryin to get heart to face Miss Starling

It's like my moms is the angel in the sky

And I can see tears comin down the West Indian lady eyes

But, I apologize, and those I've hurt

With my bullshit, please believe I ain't mean it

(He ain't mean it) But I'm still a good man

As a kid I was given a fucked up hand, but I

Still march as I scream at the top of my lungs

M.O.P. TO THE DEATH, stompin through muddy waters

[Chorus 2]

[Chorus 1]