Termanology - 100 More Jewelz Lyrics
(Get the truth!)[Termanology:]100 jewels on 'emPut Eazy E, Common Sense, Mobb Deep, Rakim, put 'em in a blenderTruth. Hood knowledge. Get the ***** out the way; Termanology!They say I'm a righteous catI write righteous rapsBut I cut coke, cook it to crackThinking what kind of life is that?Get tossed in the binNever knowin' when you might come backI listen to Jesse JackBlack clip in the gatAnd write lyrics to the soul of Geronimo PrattI'm talkin' to anyone who got a problem with thatI'm everywhere, tell me where your metropolitan atI'm right there doin' a showChain out, by myselfMy fist in the air, bang out by myselfThat's why your girl wanna polish my knobAnd every rapper in the city wanna poli so hardBut before I do a song with y'allI'll blow my brains out on the BibleAnd call it the knowledge of GodMy cousin Gutta get the problems resolvedHe specialize in cuttin' up niggas niceAnd doin' robberies, dogProbably y'allAnd when I'm whippin' the gaugeYou gonna be gone in 60 seconds like Nicholas CagePay attention when I'm rippin' the pageWhen I'm not on stageI feel plagued with meticulous rageI seen my first nigga shot at a ridiculous ageBefore Earvin Magin Johnson was a victim of AIDSCats thinking cause they sit and they prayBecause they Christian they safeTil reality just spit in they faceBut I'll tell you one thingWhen bullets start flyingJesus Christ ain't gonna sit in the wayLike modern-day slaves how we sit in the mazeWon't pay your child support but you could chip in for hazeMy baby mama been trippin' for daysShe hate the fact I'm a starAnd model *****es wanna sit on my faceShe'd love to see a brother sit in a cageTake my daughter awayAnd let another nigga sit in my placeMomma told me that it's only a phaseBut I told Ma dukes, before that I'd put a clip in my fadeThat's way too much opportunity to sit and embraceThe evolution of man, we been sittin' in cavesBefore I ever had a nickel to blazeMeanin' a nickel of weedOr a nickel 9 spittin' them straysI been tryin' to get my shit on the wavesDJs holdin' me down but never play my shit in the daysIt's no way that I might winWith only the night spinsBut- but- but- I ain't gonna sit and complainOld timers slingin' shit in they veinsThey mad as hellCause they know it won't hit 'em the sameCan't slip in any chicken these daysGive 'em a trip in the RangeAnd they be lickin' on a pickle with AIDSI wish my grandmama could have heard this shit from the graveI know she would have loved to hear her boy rip it this wayOver the beatLife's so cold in the streetYou might get shot up or you could go in your sleepTo all my soldiers that die for they flagOr that die for their ragIt's messed up you had to lay in a bagIt's no fair onesAin't no more relyin' on jabsNow you supply with a maskAnd a guy'll just blastIt's *****ed up I gotta ride in a cabBut as soon as I get a checkI gotta divide it in halfI feel like I should be right in a JagOn the flight with a magAnd 100 Gs right in the stashThey don't wanna see a Puerto Rican writing this badCause when I write on the pad I get it tight and they madI'm hyper but sadCause I got a lot of fame in rapBut I'm back livin' right with my dadI'm part French, part spic, how racist is it thatPolice wanna treat me like I'm basically blackI'm basically thatAnd you don't wanna talk about my gatsCause they like Charlie Baltimore, they German and blackIt's hard to earn, but I'm earnin' the statThis the moment of truthSo I'm tryin' to write verses like thatMy vocals burn, set fire to tracksThey admirin' thatThat's why my CDs fly off the rackGroupie *****es they be showin' me loveWhen I roll in the clubThey lovin' the way that I flow on the drumsPlus the way I make dough in the slumsKeep smoke in the lungsAnd write rhymes more potent than drugsY'all don't wanna end up chokin' on slugsWith a throat full of bloodYou should watch how you open your mugWatch how it go down when them pistols aroundCause you could end up with a slug through your wisdom and chowBullets flying through your kitchen and blaowMore people in the church than the christening nowIsn't it foulProbably could've been avoided but you was too paranoidOff sniffin' you ain't seein' choicesMy voice is something like KennedyExcept you gon' remember me for killin' these micsNot gettin' murked out by my enemiesI'm livin' the life most of these rap niggas pretend to beSellin' mean gettin' locked up by the police and my friend'll beWay past due if I lay past twoSo I'm on that early bird shit, grey that gooseHomie make that lootAnd when you baggin' up dimes of drawerIt's better to make that looseCause it look like it's way more to these customersThey don't understand the agenda of real hustlersThey just wanna cop what you're sellin' and roll dutches upGet they minds stimulated and away from the troubles ofSituations that we go through throughout our daily lifeWhich homie banging your wifeIt's probably an A you like(And he wanna tell you)But he dont know how he can say it rightYou'll probably pick up a knifeAnd slay him that very nightThen I dont be wifin' up *****esCause they be trifeMake you put it on the lineLike Ghost and baby TrifeGet you shot up in your rideLike BIG and Obie TriceThe bullets ain't nothing niceBut until I see the light--I'mma live
