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]