Ambitions of Musicians

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Charles Hamilton] Live today like tomorrow homie just earn money Hip hop ain't die, man it just turned 20 Ambitions of musicians, I'm Thelonious Monk Mixed with a lil' punk, for the homies to bump I am not a lil' punk for the homies to jump I'm Scarface smoking blunts while im holding the pump So many hoes know me, I know what they want But im Bobby at Knight, so I choke her for fun Better yet Sprewell when Im choking the coach You know that the flow is dope So dont even front You better say that im the truth when I open my mouth Im a ghost and thats why I got so many styles Nigga Pac won't leave me alone he keep haunting me Taunting me, I ask him what the hell you want from me He said nothing I just need some new company These other rappers still sounding kinda dumb to me So... Don't be scared if ever you think I grab at ya I know its creepy, so what?... "I ain't mad at cha" This is written but off the top im the mad hatter A bad boy, no wonder I see the Mad Rappers All I gotta do is spray em' with Mase They just pimples im Noxzema, they won't stay in my face They got alot of opinions they won't say to my face I treat em' like Bush do Mexicans, Stay in yo place Im pink so why would I stay in a race? But I black and these niggas can't stay in the race Im a beast, catch me bathing with apes Riding with lions, why are you lying, playa ya gay If you try to throw me a curve, im making it straight Shorty try to throw me her curves, I stay getting laid Im a cute pink carpet, I stay in her place And graffiti with the semen when I spray in her face Using racial terms, Im the ace of the spades Loon of the Coons, more money for the porch monkeys I stack figures translation im that nigga Rap sicker then ALL of you rap niggas I pop alot of shit, that much is obvious Im only nice with the wrapping cause I got a gift And your pockets need Axe, it ain't got a scent Im pretty set in my ways so why I gotta dip? Ya'll lukewarm and I am your father prick No catholic priest, get off your fathers dick You pussies just love giving a lot of lip Well im abstinent, thats why you ain't got a hit I ain't stupid, I paint lucid pictures I make moves like that Frank Lucas nigga Should've been in the March on Washington But im a king, so March on Washington This is my year, from March on watch the kid This that real chronic, go head you can spark it get lit This track is the looseleaf I was born to rip I make it rain like Storm in a porno flick Made her leave her X man and get it on with him Call Michael Buffer motherfucker, get it on with him No homo but you niggas climbing Brokeback Mountain Im so crack, you sold that? I hope that found em' This is the product my nigga no backcounting You ain't speaking English, you the pope, thats wildin' You pop E and think you leading the faith Well im a can of Red Bull, I can keep em' awake I invest time in music, I guess I need more money Until then November 10ths the new 4 20 So roll up and get a hit of the piff Or buy yourself a Nixon lollipop and lick on a dick BITCH!!! And I fucked up and im keeping it... ONE!!!