RZA - Fools Lyrics
[Intro: RZA]And I told him, "Don't ***** with me, don't ***** with me"Yo, yo..{*singing*} Everybody, everybody, everybody,everybody..Yo, come on..[Chorus: RZA {*singing*}]:Everybody plays a fool, sometimesThere's no exceptions to the rulesGet your nines[RZA]Digi Digi, Shaolin Shaolin..But in Brownsville..Check it out..Niggas was psyched out, Beretta brought the dirt bike outEverlast just came home, it was his first night outHe was arguin' with these *****es how they don't mind their businessWhen he was locked the ***** down, no one came to visitHe was snuffed, black, his little cousin Moe stuck CapThat's Miss Sommers on the bike with the gat like, "***** that"But finessin' over here, he could've wished he had ten more yearsCracked a cold beer then bust a shot in the airEverlast, ego went full blast, didn't splashHe'd act like his head was too big for the casketI told him, "Slow down God, you ain't wildYou ain't been in these projects in a whileRunnin' 'round with that old school style"Don't think these young bucks won't lay you down like tileA hard head makes a soft ass, these New York ladsChopped faces, you talk fast - they bust off fastAnd chase you out the hood, in a bloody hoodYo, son, you seen that kid was actin' Hollywood?[Killa Sin]Yeah, I mean that nigga, clap happy Cali, clap when he 'ttackMost get astounded by sorrounded sound effects in the backAdidas shoe, phat laces, packin' buldge in his jacketHead nappy, black and nasty, but he nasty for gatsHe nas', passed me, bumped me and laughed, then flashed me his MacSaid, "I got sixteen for you, we could bang on the track"So strap this, nah, this bar's a bullet, par pull itIn fact, blast me bastard, I done came to far for this[Solomon Childs]Boulevard life, remember late nights?Mama stomach touchin' a bed, two bidsCats sacky in Comstack, retire from the crackI'm askin' Allah that the warm Hennessy help meI ain't chose the struggle, the struggle chose meLord forgive me fore I have stolen from my brothersS***** my brothers, even killed my brothersFamiliar fishscale, everybody plays the foolThe +Older Gods+ givin' me jewelsThe younger Gods givin' me toolsSolomon Allah, I feel I was jerkedTo the drug dealers, my baby mother's a flirtHoley socks, one fatigue suit, what you feel it don't hurt?That's my problem now, I ain't afraid to talkStill cop coke from the well WillyWhen I was young I got robbed from the neighborhood bully'Til he forced me to hit him with the nine milli'Now him and his click know that I'm a thug fully[Chorus x2: Solomon Childs]
