Minute Men

Sippin' on some Minute Maid with my Minute Men In a given moment we're reloaded by the ten You know it F*ck the grass we mowed it Brought the brass you chokin' Stuff the cash and blow it Got a token so control it Who's motive were you flowin' with They goin stiff and smokin' filth But all that shit will make em wilt So f*ck a tic the clock will hit Like liquor kick with cobra spit I'm fuckin' split but takin' shit A sicker bitch got bigger sins But I'm still losin' my religion My passion, my vision For the masses I'm conditioned to submission By a tyrant position Still gotta nicotine addiction Lotta' different prescriptions Don't need no fuckin' description Of how your ass is still livin' But Imma stay on my mission Couldn't give a damn if you listen Take another shot but they missin' Gettin' so hot must be trippin' Can't even talk so I'm dippin' Keep on wishin' I got plenty of reasons For pleading for the release Of my people Maybe I'm lethal I got boulders on my shoulders I burn my bridges and watch em smolder As I get older I realize just how much life Gets colder and colder So I can't stay sober I got hurdles to get over Gotta postpone my time to go I'm on a roll with the way that I show My lonesome road From my head to my feet And my piece full of lead Am I dead or at peace Should I just repeat what I said, bitch If home is where the heart is I guess I'm homeless regardless I told this I've started Drinkin' when I can't think right My mind is blinded Only thing in my sight Is dolla' signs suicide When we ride do or die An eye for an eye Is how I settle fights If I'm Lying I'm dying I strive to be a giant If I'm applying myself Then you know I like it If I acquire the wealth Then you'll see me flying Talk my shit but I back it up Stock my clique with the baddest thugs You on my dick but you actin sus They think they fam but you ain't my cuz Damn, better act right Got your brain in my sight And my name in your mouth Don't doubt the strain that I light Or pout about the way I write It's about the time and the place And the face that you make Still it doesn't feel the same when it's all that you take There's beauty in the rain and pain in my place Life is just a race we all die anyway so Imma make the best out of it I make or break all these people acting the same But you know I gotta get with the fame Gotta get with my name M-A-C-C-Y and P bitch that's me I don't do this shit for free B-A-S-T-A-R-D that's all you are to me That's all you'll ever be You know that you speakin' with a G when you speakin' to me And I, bring everything to the table Bitch I'm independent I don't need a fuckin' record label