Hypocrite

Lyrics

[Intro: O.C.] What? Yeah Yo, flaws and fallacies of life Material items and shit Beware, motherfuckers Word up, don't let it get ya, you know? That shit ain't nothing One time, check him out Yo [Verse: O.C.] You lived the life of a hustler, not sympathetic to a user Making cash fast, taking trips to Bermuda Elegant women, all lovely and feminine Houses with acres and big pools for swimming in Big transactions, swiping all the action Driving a Benz and a Lex, you be, like, maxing Jewels be on truck shit, rims with fat clusters Diamonds on your teeth, shining shimmers illustrious And God's hanging sideways, holding your head high Cruising through a block, so you past some dreads Now the dreads are looking hard at your face, Mr. Fly Guy Unaware, tonight they're gonna do a fucking drive-by Go home, watch a sci-fi flick with a chick 'til 10 PM, now it's time for you to dip Go round up a few men, holding classified, info inside Hand-picked, these niggas you confided in shipment To pick up quick, click off Clyde's Never gnoming for you if they're gonna demise a scheme of betrayal Guess, in your valley, you was high off your self-worth You're short from another fly guy By George, I think he's got it, chicks, goons, and lump sums Trickering 5-0 wild to be like dum-dums One of the few, never having a heart Issue was smarts up the ass when it came to cash Don't give a shit, attitude: more money and more money Dog days bright and more sunny Four in the morning, drinking Seneca apple juice in the rented car Neighborhood star got riddled and scarred A loose cannon or cannons Or a famished foe became shadow of death and did (damage) Now I knew this kid true to life, word life He preached righteousness and, shit, he turned to be a hypocrite