Lena’s Song

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh (woo!). It's a beautiful thing. I'm 'boutta kill from the ill state. Sha. I'm feelin' that today. Go ill, uh. It's all one, all one. It's all one, rise. All one. Rise one, one. Waddup? There's only one of me in the state [MC Juice] Uh. Ill state get it right get it crunk keep it tight In a place where real g's don't sleep or fight Black, white, Asian and Puerto Rican like Hot weekend nights, with me speaking' on the mic Very few are even freakin' it right I remain as a beacon of light Fill your whole like a beef in the night My nigga rise one, cheefin' the pipe My nigga NES given rappers good grief (that's right) Anytime my niggas sense hood beef we strike Quickly, got love for every cat I got with me Drinkin' hundred-fifty proof gut-rock whiskey Throw shots sickly, blow the spot quickly (reppin' ill state) From the cradle to the coffin Never get soft fall off or stop flossin' And the D's can't stand it, so evidence is planted Big ballers take all money spent for granted Fo' dot-sixes and mo' hot chicks J.U. niggas whisper like (yo got bitches) And me well I stand at the core of it all When most niggers can't rap according to y'all See it's funny how when niggas come hot, things change Had to work like Foul like Tyrese and Vin Grains Wood grain hood game, champagne stain Anything less than that you keep the change [Chorus] I stay in my place. Until we see a bright day. La la la la la. La la la la la [MC Juice] Now where my nigga BMZ This is just a celebration of love Brown people - it's just a dedication to us Some slang hard for cheddar cheese breakin' it up And real gangsters provide education to thugs As back and white folks, they separated us Saw us tryna' rally for peace - they sprayed it up Way back before segregation on the bus And you wonder why we stand in preparation to cuss But we can't just clap at 'em We gotta spit raps at 'em That's the only way to get back at 'em And rap cats do it yourself and get rich Heard these records deal just don't pay, shit thick And consider this - fuck your CD and how big it is If you're straight livin' nigga rich With two cars and no crib Not enough to get a bitch On some six-figure shit You can barely hear the switch That's why I chose to own everything from hooks to new songs Some laugh and try to say a nigga took too long But respectfully I disagree 'Cause if you check history a lot of platinum cats that did this shit for free A rapper thinks his pockets is deep 'cause he tour Without his publishin' he never really reaches rewards Do you feel me? It's do or die here, shit is crucial And excuse me, I'm only being truthful [Chorus] I stay in my place. Until we see a bright day. La la la la la. La la la la la