No Downtime Lyrics & Tabs by KA
No Downtime
guitar chords lyrics
Grief pedigree
(Yo this shit gon' be live man?)
Yeah it better be
Never at ease, no downtime
Y'all niggas sound fine
I admit, not from environment to let a child flourish
In the street, slim physique, wild courage
5 deep tryna eat lookin malnourished
Give what you now cherish or thou perish
Attack yours, like pack dogs with black pores
Emerged when we was getting served by crack whores
Jakes chase us into vacants with the trap doors
Where we altered the shotguns with hacksaws
In the frozen ghetto our clothes disheveled
Either you a stick up kid or chose to peddle
Where we altered the shotguns with hacksaws
In the frozen ghetto our clothes disheveled
Either you a stick up kid or chose to peddle
I'm so honest show promise when I'm rhyming
I might've been but my first vitamin was iron
I sailed right into sales, buying and supplying
Burner and fishscale, dying to start frying
I get it where they grow it, grip it when it's loaded
Script it like a poet cause I live it and I know it
We, never at ease no downtime
I'm sick with it, y'all niggas sound fine
From where it's hard, a man stressin
Either starve or pull a transgression
Waltz up with the nina, no dance lesson
Pumped heavy on the bench so you can't press him
We, never at ease no downtime
I'm sick with it, y'all niggas sound fine
Pops used to run the land, was a haunted man
Showed me a .44 before Son of Sam
No high-fives, everything underhand
Grit poor, big score was a hundred grand
Pitch till you rich, that's my cousin plan
He saw a light, all night the oven ran
Drug indictment, the excitement when he cut a gram
Move hasty, must've been tasty as buttered yam
That's word. Can't curve once we gutta fam
Gun handles'll take money in rubber bands
Spin foes out windows then the shutter slam
I'm a Fresh Fest, nigga you a Summer Jam
Trust, I'm the hustle, you the running man
A respected shepherd, you another lamb
Don't speak, pull the heat, niggas understand
(Word to my mother) Niggas understand
I go back when City was really thug
Cops loco, choke holds, billy clubs
They box, but stray shots'll spill your blood
Gray tops, every block's filled with drugs
Hassled by the Law but we adapted to the raw
In the city eating till the apple was a core
Lived the cinema, rapping was the score
We called it "work" cuz packaging was a chore
...Niggas numb to shit
Getting capital and if tackled it's the same punishment
