![]() ![]() Same ideas expressed in Fitter, Happier are expressed in this song. Issac Hayes’ strong voice makes the perfect strong father figure, who is possibly from beyond the grave. The power, fear, pleading in RZA and Ghostface voices are genuine and powerful. Racism towards African Americans in America would not exist if everyone sat down and listened to this song and understood the history behind the words. The most beautiful song and has so many levels. Which path will the boys choose? Issac Hayes is the voice of reason, maybe God, the angel on his shoulder, or the voice of his forefathers from beyond the grave who can see the big picture and are pleading with the boys not to continue the violence and pattern of killing their brothers, but to rise above. (This is why the music video takes place in an orphanage.) The seen, and unseen collective suffering is imbedded in the boys’ mind, consciously or subconsciously, and is haunting them. This song is written as the perspective of the boys in the street, as a whole, and what path they are going to choose as they get older and grow into men. In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother Went to the house and kicked down the do'Ī nigga with a serious ass attitude and 100% street Now back on the streets and my records are clean I looked him straight in the eye and said what's upĪnd said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck Well by now you should know it was just my luck I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch Now my only phone call was in the ganking zoneĪll the SHIT I did for her like keeping her rich The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone Got to the station about a quarter of nineĬall my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit He must of been starving 'cause he broke in my houseĬaught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out He used to have a house car and golden ringsīut the cooky cooky crack took all those things He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker Straight out the box from the gangsta category Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story (Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it) He shot (gunshots), Then I shot (gunshots)Īs you can see, I cold smoked his ass (ha ha) So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last Till one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich Was taking niggas money and was itching for mo' Rolled them motherfuckers, ate 'em up, hit 11 So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck To the niggas on the corner cold bumping the boxīut you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocksĪ dice game started so I said what the fuck Stick my head out the window and I say what's up Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask what was itīoy you should have known by now, Eazy does it Never leave the pad without packing a gun The money that I make so I can add to my richesįill my stash box and start rubbing my gatįeeling good as hell because my pockets are fatĪ hardcore villain cold roaming the streetsĪnd wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches ![]() ![]() Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping If you heard (cash register), you think I own a drugstoreĪnd if a sucker talks shit, I give him a (POW) 'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster Wit my super duper group coming out to shootĮazy-E, motherfuckers cold knocking the boots You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more So listen right close while we rip shit up. Little Girl Voice) He once was a thug from around the way.Įazy, but you should(Eazy-E Interupts with)īitch, Shut the fuck up.Get the fuck out of here.Ĭoming on the mic is Eazy Motherfucking-E. ![]()
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