Savage Life

Niggas are lovers, Are lovers, Are lovers
 Niggas loved to hear Malcolm X
 But they didn't love Malcolm
 Niggas love everything but themselves
 But I'm a lover too, Yep, I'm a lover too
 I love niggas, I love niggas, I love niggas
 Because niggas are me, And I should only love that which is me
 I love to see niggas go through changes
 Love to see niggas act
 Love to see niggas make them plays and shoot the shit
 But there is one thing about niggas I do not love
 Niggas are scared of loving themselves
 Let's go, Yeah, That's what I'm talking about
 Everybody put your blunt in the air like this
 Yeah, Uhh huh, Uhh huh, Yeah New York in the building
 Throw it up for all my dogs in there
 Murderland in the building, Let's go, Come on
 I emerge from the womb then I snatch the globe
 Throw darts for a living, Never sold my soul
 These rhymes that I'm making is the top of the line
 I seek knowledge, Study the ways of mankind
 I scope clubs out see what a savage's like
 Then I come back, I'm living in a savage life
 To animals my words be the words of Christ
 The unordinary life, Sensational with it
 In the hood with yall for real you know how I did it
 Drop bread on your bird head, Illegal wips
 Eat four legged beast, Take illegal trips
 And I can't quit now son you must be silly
 I aint stunt'n on hoes but they wet my willy
 Yeah, Creep with me my nigga
 Tie your joint on, For real conceal your face an all that
 You wanna see what a savage like
 But we're living in a savage life
 They just wanna stomp your life
 Niggas wanna stomp your eyes
 Yo, I live a life on the street like stray dogs and mutts
 Nigga's face filled up with stitches and cuts
 But I love my hood though even the crack head's fiend
 We doing a bid here, My projects is mean
 Black Buddha shop or a big fat Doreen
 Twenty-six mob'n, Black fist tossing the green
 Heard my nigga L came deep in the feds
 Keep the Mazda tight, Hold your heads
 Solomon Childs my dun-breed, Love spread through my hood-ohh
 Twelve for the pound kid, Three for the id-ohl
 Pop the trunk of the Pinto, He been slow
 Came back with the hid-i-dro
 Snatch pocket books, Hustle for dough
 Big Don from Dirty Island
 Scrape you off the ground something violent
 Don't even dream of Don being in the mainstream
 Go savage in the hood for CREAM
 We got the hustle game on lock, Let's go get dough
 In the ghetto it's mad blow and crime going on
 We don't mow lawns, Might take it nice
 Where I come from be the slums of Shaolin
 Mothers are crying, Young brothers dying
 Some of yall people relying on religion
 I'm in the hood like a pigeon, Christ has risen
 I sold drugs for a living, I was locked down for Thanksgiving
 Times are still hard, Dogs in the junkyard
 Alcoholics, Butchers, Crack heads, Fuck TNT, Fuck the feds
 I'd rather die with my gat, Fucking a bitch and getting high
 Far all the times that I couldn't cry
 All I wanted was a picture of me lounging in the Vibe
 Two cribs, Two chicks, Big brick on my side
 A nigga get savage when he gotta survive