CHiNK MONeY - THe WeAKeST ONeS (feat. Shadow P)
We're getting ready to have a live session
We're getting ready to do a little walk
We say every Saturday that the most important thing of all is that
No matter how dreary the situation is
That the storm really doesn't matter until the storm begins to get you down
My advice to you
And that it's rough and tough in this ghetto
A lot of funny stuff going down but you got to walk tall!
Pass the B⁸, I think it's time for a live session
No time stressing over shit that keeps your mind guessing
Is this the path for you? You need to find a direction
I cut straight to the heart just like a dissection
The operator you faking and I will see you later
I got no time for no haters or lazy imitators
The innovative creative originator rennovator
Make way move aside like a crossfader
You so lame went to sleep with some anger
Now you trying to wake up thinking you a gangster
Smell the Folgers crystal dude
You see through
I can see the hoe and bitch in you
You need proof?
You drop names of the gangs you roll with
But your whole neighborhood is mainly Polish
You ain't fooling nobody but yourself
And lying to yourself is bad for your health
You know the ones that play tough them the ones get sprayed up
Six shots to the head dirt bed get made up
You ain't got no reserve better get some
'Cause the loudest one the weakest one ayo
You know the ones that play tough them the ones get sprayed up
Six shots to the head dirt bed get made up
You ain't got no reserve better get some
'Cause the loudest one the weakest one ayo
He think he made the grade now finally getting paid now
He a grizzle vet drizzle sweat down his eyebrow
He been in that hot sun carrying his hot gun
Never had to pop one big rocks he got them
And if they had the gumption he would probably front them
Better be quick be legit with his lump sum
He's building his wealth and really feeling himself
On the road he's known from here to Philadelph
He gets love from them sluts when he stumbles into clubs
Make it rain with them ones fingers grazing they butts
Thugs be gazing and such but he ain't give a fuck at the time
He's out of his mind he's so gone
The E's strong unaware of what the streets knowing
Now he gone with the breeze blowing repeat showing
As the cops review security tape
Six shots and now his mom dukes is grieving the late
But hey but hey
You know the ones that play tough them the ones get sprayed up
Six shots to the head dirt bed get made up
You ain't got no reserve better get some
'Cause the loudest one the weakest one ayo
You know the ones that play tough them the ones get sprayed up
Six shots to the head dirt bed get made up
You ain't got no reserve better get some
'Cause the loudest one the weakest one ayo
Lay off the tough talk your words don't fit your image
You're trying to live this gimmick to get you your 15 minutes
Of fame try to rearrange your hall of shame
It's all a game till nobody recalls your name
Then you're Mr. Who? Mr. Ain't That Nah
Somebody make a wish you seen a fallen star
Used to have it all buy the bar
Fancy cars light cigars
But now we see the fraud that you are
You ain't scaring me you barely see over the wheel
Them real riders recognize real
And you faker than a three dollar bill
So you walk in Satan's office trying to squeeze out a deal
I'm feeding off you wack emcees like a meal
My tracks will leave you murdered and my freestyles kill
So mental note don't think you invincible
Cuz somebody with a pistol won't follow those principles, no
You know the ones that play tough them the ones get sprayed up
Six shots to the head dirt bed get made up
You ain't got no reserve better get some
Cuz the loudest one the weakest one ayo
You know the ones that play tough them the ones get sprayed up
Six shots to the head dirt bed get made up
You ain't got no reserve better get some
Cuz the loudest one the weakest one ayo
Written by:
Damien Chan, Wan Dimah
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