Texty: The Roots. Water.

South Philly, North side, Oakland, Texas, Georgia, black people?uh
yo worldwide this is for my nigga
you know what I'm sayin
yo, dumb and blind
they say a record aint nothin if its not touchin, drippin
draw you in close and make you want to listen to it
and if you real ill at makin music
the listener feel like he livin through it
that's how my nigga do it
I met Slacks back in, like '91 rappin
We went to Millersville to get away from gun clappin
It aint last I'll be in class
Dreamin 'bout fifty thousand fans
Up in the the stands
screamin out encore yo I'm headin back to Philly
nigga you rollin with me?
I'm tryin to get busy
we walked dogs that was off the chain
lot of times at the shows people hardly came
I just took it in stride as part of the game
but inside people down with me started to change
it was a couple of thangs, little syrup, little pills
instead of routing out on the road you'd rather chill
I know the way the pleasure feel
I'm not judging
but still I'm on a mission yo I'm not buggin
I got fam that can't stop druggin
they can't sleep
they can't stick to one subject
they can't eat
its people steady coming at me out in the street like Riq yo what up with your peps
it gets deep nigga

yo you need to walk straight master your high
son you missin out on whats passin you by
I done see the streets suck a lot of cats dry
but not you and I my nigga we got to get
come on over over the water (x2)
yo water (x2)

yo we've done been through many meals
a couple of deals
we've done shared clothes and wheels
killed mics and reels
we've done rocked shows abroad and slept on floors
tryin to figure out what the fuck we gettin slept on for
or what we walkin with the weapon for
weighted by the gravity law
you know it if you came up poor my nigga
picture the bus up north
you know we made of everything outlaws are made of
I'm far from a hater
and I don't say I love you cause the way I feel is greater
M-illa you a poet son you a born creator
and this'll probably dawn on you later
its in your nature lyrics all on your walls like they made of paper
you gotta follow where your talent take ya
you might fuck around finally make it and that's real but

yo you need to walk straight master your high
son you missin out on whats passin you by
I done see the streets suck a lot of cats dry
but not you and I my nigga we got to get
come on over over the water (x2)

yo I want you all to understand
I come from south Philly and when I walk the street it's like a pharmacy
they got all type of shit anybody could get
it go from H to X to Lucy cigarettes
for my ghetto legend known for little shiest runnin
cop codeine by the quartz and keep commin
dummy just embracing the dope like it's a woman
your burnin both sides of the rope and just pullin, tuggin
in between Islam and straight thuggin
layin everyday around the way and doin nuthin
see em lookin shakin there head and start shruggin
if they don't got a man like mine they got a cousin- a yo
you better be a true friend to him
before the shit put an end to him
or give a pen to him
Or lock him in a studio with a mic
cause on the real it might save his life
keep telling him

yo you need to walk straight master your high
son you missin out on whats passin you by
I done see the streets suck a lot of cats dry
but not you and I my nigga we got to get
come on over over the water (x2)
yo water (x2)

yo you need to walk straight master your high
son you missin out on whats passin you by
I done see the streets suck a lot of cats dry
but not you and I my nigga we got to get
come on over over the water (x2)
yo water (x2)