Be On Yo Way Lyrics

Be On Yo Way lyrics

(feat. Episode)

[Fish Scales] yeah
[R. Prophit] Awwwww
[Fish
Scales] Wassup
[R. Prophit] yes'sa
[Fish Scales] You know dat
[R.
Prophit] Nappy Roots and Game Point
[Fish Scales] Fish Scales and R.
Prophit,
Game Point, Wassup?

[Chorus - R. Prophit]
See I don't
care what them people say
And I blow tress and just grind all day
See I
truley know dat my hustles gone pay
So you best be on yo
wayyyy

[Episode]
Most times I'm gettin serious, I don't play no
games
You niggas dats curious, you gone feel da flame
Cause rhymes that I
hit cha wit, It'll prolly crack ya frame
Wether you a city black male, it's
all da same

[Fish Scales]
I just hit Fern Valley Rd., I got a bag
full a cookies
A white girl drivin dat keeps da stash in her pussy
Got my
cousion back at home, still watchin fo da block
And dis white girl too, so
she ain't stoppin fo da cops

[Chours 1x]

[Fish Scales]
But
once again I gots to lay down da law
(Yo) Cause niggas lookin at me like my
hustle gotta fall
Bitch you ain't never seen a Sunbird on some 18's, lookin
so clean
When I was young I swear to God that was my ultimate dream
But
now I'm 25 and all I want is bubbled eyes
Come threw wit a big body wit
double tires, it's gettin hard
I know y'all don't wanna hate me, but it's to
hard, I'm good folks
it's simple, like all my niggas get drinks and get
smokes and keep dope

[Episode]
Outside, niggas with techniques and
young preists
shakin fakin something, life in da beach ain't nuttin
sweet
Concerned with a navigator, illest nigga on beats
Them scales to
alagator, PHD in da street
G P, Nappy, indeed we in a faith for cash
We
move make, bend rules and law break
Ain't no escape, impliment ya plan, make
it work
Cause I'ma stack till my old ass is in da dirt

[Chorus
2x]

[R. Prophit]
I greet life, hold me tight, been lonley most my
life
Walk past somethin dats dried, crumbled inside
Tried to be, find
somebody believe in dis here
Most people they fear, black male rap fo
real
I majored dis year, like Damon Waynes on top of his game
Never
leavin da game, it's Prophit boy on top of ya brain
Fumblin blunts,
sometimes stumblin drunk
Stumblin crunk, come threw rumblin trunks
Nappy
hit pumps, and Game Point lights ya junts
No time fo stunts, my people been
hungry fo months
You know me dawg, always gotta keep it raw
Speakin real
life shit off dat alchol

[Chorus 2X]

[Talking]
It's over
now
Hey what up my nigga?
They talkin bout us man?
man fuck these
hoes
Burn it down, fo real
I ain't in dat shit
Man, fuck them niggas
man
Always
Underground fo life
underground forever
Lets get these
niggas
Game Point
Nappy