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RZA - Fools lyrics
[Intro: RZA] And I told him, "Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me" Yo, yo.. {*singing* Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody.. Yo, come on.. [Chorus: RZA {*singing*]: Everybody plays a fool, sometimes There's no exceptions to the rules Get your nines [RZA] Digi Digi, Shaolin Shaolin.. But in Brownsville.. Check it out.. Niggas was psyched out, Beretta brought the dirt bike out Everlast just came home, it was his first night out He was arguin' with these bitches how they don't mind their business When he was locked the fuck down, no one came to visit He was snuffed, black, his little cousin Moe stuck Cap That's Miss Sommers on the bike with the gat like, "Fuck that" But finessin' over here, he could've wished he had ten more years Cracked a cold beer then bust a shot in the air Everlast, ego went full blast, didn't splash He'd act like his head was too big for the casket I told him, "Slow down God, you ain't wild You ain't been in these projects in a while Runnin' 'round with that old school style" Don't think these young bucks won't lay you down like tile A hard head makes a soft ass, these New York lads Chopped faces, you talk fast - they bust off fast And chase you out the hood, in a bloody hood Yo, son, you seen that kid was actin' Hollywood? [Killa Sin] Yeah, I mean that nigga, clap happy Cali, clap when he 'ttack Most get astounded by sorrounded sound effects in the back Adidas shoe, phat laces, packin' buldge in his jacket Head nappy, black and nasty, but he nasty for gats He nas', passed me, bumped me and laughed, then flashed me his Mac Said, "I got sixteen for you, we could bang on the track" So strap this, nah, this bar's a bullet, par pull it In fact, blast me bastard, I done came to far for this [Solomon Childs] Boulevard life, remember late nights? Mama stomach touchin' a bed, two bids Cats sacky in Comstack, retire from the crack I'm askin' Allah that the warm Hennessy help me I ain't chose the struggle, the struggle chose me Lord forgive me fore I have stolen from my brothers Snaked my brothers, even killed my brothers Familiar fishscale, everybody plays the fool The +Older Gods+ givin' me jewels The younger Gods givin' me tools Solomon Allah, I feel I was jerked To the drug dealers, my baby mother's a flirt Holey socks, one fatigue suit, what you feel it don't hurt? That's my problem now, I ain't afraid to talk Still cop coke from the well Willy When I was young I got robbed from the neighborhood bully 'Til he forced me to hit him with the nine milli' Now him and his click know that I'm a thug fully [Chorus x2: Solomon Childs] |
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