Curb the Lames

Lyrics

[Intro: Styles P] Prophet Ghost Yeah, nigga [Verse 1: Styles P] If Christ resurrected and came right now, bet a lot of niggas'll miss him and other niggas'll diss him I'm givin' you game right now 'cause a lot of niggas is lost and others is in the system If Muhammed came through in a kufi that's sky blue, with a Navy blue robe, would you follow him, Piru? Should I build with the Gods since the Devils destroyed? But niggas destroyed, too, when we never employed I think, pain feel better than joy, when the valley low But I hit my peak when I'm geeked up in Cali, though Vibin' off the green, it's survival in my scheme Is the good word dirty if my bible wasn't clean? I ain't talkin' to the pastor 'cause it's faster when I dream I be building with the sheck without the cards in my deck 'Cause the hand I was dealt just seems incorrect We could talk about the other side, you wanna get in-depth? But, you gon' owe me somethin', do you wanna get in debt? Yeah, I'm somethin' like a scientist, the shit that I dissect All love if it ain't, then it's blood on your Giuseppe's He's a five-star, but he ain't come in with the set Ghost [Chorus: Boog Jones] It's rule to this shit, got to learn the game Got to earn your name Work on your craft, roll a wood, got to burn your pain Life's a bitch and she expensive, got to work the game Put your family first, go get this money and curve the lames Got to learn the game, got to earn your name Work on your craft, roll a joint, got to burn your pain Life's a bitch and she expensive, got to work the game Put your family first, go get this money and curve the lames [Verse 2: Styles P] Never seen clock hands made out of sands But it's the sands of time Sittin' in the hourglass, dance with the devil and you ate Now you gotta fast, strong so you gotta last Ever felt so much pain that you gotta laugh Paid dues, throw your shoes on, yeah, you got a path Build your enterprise, niggas is all desensitized Kids gettin' killed and you worried about your mentions, right? Well mention this, you can smell the stench at night The beast out, tellin' my niggas peace out Knowin' it's no peace out, might pull a piece out Fuck about police, them niggas'll air your niece out Your nephew, all of your kids, this shit's a cesspool So I try to stay in the cut, lightin' the jet fuel Basic, try to meditate so I could shapeshift Above norm, meanin' I can only form greatness Tryna shed light in the diabolical places Souls everywhere, no chronological placement Illuminati high, my weed jar is a mason Travel agent P sendin' rappers on vacation Fallin' to temptation, try your hand Have your man lookin' up like, "why my man?" Don't ask God, or ask him, ask me Only way to pass me is to pass speed Any rapper try me, that's his last deed Extraordinary Gentlemen from the last league What's a good bag of weed, if it got a bad seed? You a crab, meet another crab by a crabtree Do some crab shit cause y'all wouldn't understand me [Chorus: Boog Jones] It's rule to this shit, got to learn the game Got to earn your name Work on your craft, roll a wood, got to burn your pain Life's a bitch and she expensive, got to work the game Put your family first, go get this money and curve the lames Got to learn the game, got to earn your name Work on your craft, roll a joint, got to burn your pain Life's a bitch and she expensive, got to work the game Put your family first, go get this money and curve the lames