| * i don't know any of these group's members names, so a blank line | |
| Denotes a change in vocalist.... | |
| Yo nod | |
| What's up b-lo? | |
| Hey man, niggaz tryin' to stir up shit between amongst us | |
| And chicago man, what you think about this shit? | |
| Ah, between us and the snypaz? | |
| Man i'm talkin about us and every muh-fuckin body, man | |
| Ah but you know we too tight up in chicago | |
| We got love worldwide baby don't stop, north, south, east and west | |
| That's right, know what i'm saying, straight up comin to you | |
| Snypaz and do or die, rap-a-lot mafia | |
| From the chi, here it go like this | |
| [verse 1] | |
| I went from zip locks and bakin soda | |
| To smokin herb, cookin 'ola | |
| Never lookin overnight success | |
| Cause i want a rover | |
| Hold you head up and stick yo chest out | |
| And if you heavy off in this game then get yo vest out | |
| I hit the scence like po-po's | |
| In the four door chevrolet, we gas | |
| With hats broke off to the left | |
| To show you exactly where you at | |
| I want the scratch that you done say | |
| Remember, bust a cap a lot | |
| For the rooftop snypaz snap a lot | |
| Puttin down with rap-a-lot | |
| You'll die, can't fuck with us | |
| So when you say it, you'll a lie | |
| You'll try and get shut down | |
| From texas all the way back to chi | |
| Ain't no success even if you cryin for it | |
| Them niggas alive know it, they dyin for it | |
| Even them niggas that kill, get caught, and strive for it | |
| I strive for it | |
| That's why i sixteen years and a positive | |
| Try to let go of my negative | |
| Only got one life to live | |
| It's fucked up, only had one chance | |
| And now i'm takin it | |
| See niggas fakin it | |
| If a nigga ain't real then his ass ain't makin it | |
| Overnight, i had to do more than hold the mike | |
| Had to control the fight | |
| Had to make sure my dough was right | |
| Had to make sure my boys was tight | |
| Noise and lights, stalkin from the end of my (?) gonna spook ya | |
| Horror type of tactics, you bet the snypaz (?) knew ya | |
| Stressed out, had me feelin left out | |
| Stuck and i gotta get my self out | |
| But when i was kid then crept out | |
| Fuck all the ones who never helped out | |
| Stepped out with grams and plans to be an overnight achiever | |
| Since (....?....) to non-believers, overnight | |
| [chorus:] x 2 | |
| You can do what you wanna do | |
| But it ain't gonna happen for you | |
| Not overnight | |
| Overnight, overnight, overnight | |
| Overnight, overnight, overnight | |
| [verse 2] | |
| Livin it up, this ain't no overnight shit | |
| See (?) got a death wish | |
| But do or die and snypaz, represent chi-town | |
| Took a life and get lit up quick | |
| Rain niggas got me doin this | |
| Used to be on some sell ass shit | |
| Or mail that bitch back home in a box | |
| And leave no trail of this | |
| Now won't witness this and this is | |
| How's it's gonna fall | |
| All of y'all gonna battle | |
| Leave this life, all shells gon drop tonight | |
| You say that you want a spot | |
| Better they hit like the shit from rap-a-lot | |
| So pack that glock or ak stops your clock, my straps get hot | |
| Even though it's hot it ain't hot enough to stop this entourage | |
| Rain, do or die, pick a piece snypaz, one big mob | |
| Better stop that heart | |
| Beuregard this industry from backyards to owin lexus cars | |
| So flex that shit cause down in texas, everybody talks | |
| Cause ain't gonna fall, overnight | |
| [rock roc] | |
| I got an american dream of gettin out the ghetto | |
| Runnin out they mails | |
| About the loved ones that said they love me, but didn't care | |
| Do roc scare? with the fuckin niggas who groundin me | |
| It's roc on the block, 45 glock cocked | |
| Finna pop these niggas and they drop | |
| I'm screamin more and more and more war | |
| Killa for scrilla and more war, more war (more war) | |
| I'm screamin more and more and more war | |
| Killa for scrilla and more war, more war (more war) | |
| A to the muthafuckin k | |
| Runnin through the gateway bustin at the niggas back | |
| Uh, ooo wee, whip a, nigga, wit his, own gat | |
| Oh snap, you in the business, dump him in the tar | |
| Point blank range, nigga i'm game, do anything | |
| (..?..) , (..?..), hangin out the window | |
| Me and my comrades take a nigga out his shoes | |
| Rule number one, don't get it confused | |
| I'm talkin bout that one three, s-h-o-t | |
| Nine millimeter kill 'em off of me | |
| Make 'em freeze | |
| Kill for my nigga that'll kill for me | |
| Infa, red, lights and bombs leave a bitch, a nigga his arms | |
| Stay alarmed, vietnam, when i closed caskets | |
| Pimp, lyrical tactics, shit look hectic | |
| When i bomb a bad bitch | |
| 1997 niggas, and you can't do it overnight | |
| (vocal breakdown) |
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