Safe To Safe - G Wylx, Big Brotha Fresh, Ipo Crita

Big Brother Fresh:

We don’t stop

Put your wesssup to the sky

Ipo Crita:

(Hook:)

And everytime i take a look in a mirror, see glimpse — i want to say:

This ain’t the game we used to play

This ain’t the prayer we used to pray

And everytime i take a look in a mirror, see glimpse — i want to say:

This ain’t the game we used to play

This ain’t the prayer we used to pray

Ipo Crita:

Once again, one more time.

story, born in a head of mine, narrated in rhyme

Ipo Crita ain’t costing a dime.

ain’t mean nothing

But the knowledge i’m trying to spray around is weighing a ton.

Well done.

what’s up, son?

If there’s a vacancy — no doubt — competitors going to come.

No matter what that be!

Sleep will never rescue the heart of yours if soul ain’t free & tired.

All I ever desired.

.is to be nice & wise but all that shit wears out…

What was i about?

I was telling you mathafuckers a thing — don’t label people around you if all

you know of them is name!

Another generation got to be born

And all them new-borns, while upbringing, they got to be torn.

.off old prejudices and habits

This got to become one of remedies & merits…

…of present time, sonny!

(Hook:)

And everytime i take a look in a mirror, see glimpse — i want to say:

This ain’t the game we used to play

This ain’t the prayer we used to pray

And everytime i take a look in a mirror, see glimpse — i want to say:

This ain’t the game we used to play

This ain’t the prayer we used to pray

Rimsky:

It’s all to the G to the double O, D, right?

When the funk is bumping then the party’s jumping all night

Still getting down connecting with gutter tribes

I’m 25, still sipping like a gots nine lifes

Who got stripes?

ait’n nobody clean over here

Errrbody looking mean wit' gangsta lean over here

But it’s good in the hood: we’re just chillin and killin

Any bottle to the bottom, 2 steppin without a weapon

Trpple educated felon got no love for the hoes

Ego killin motherfucker with the gun and the rose

Ghetto music in the trunk, long live G-Funk

Let them bustas know what we bump-bump:

Trippin on them real motherfuckin G’s

From the LBC to the CPT

Playa-haters wanna front, but they don’t wanna face us —

We be getting inspiration from the west coast gangstas, playa

(Hook:)

And everytime i take a look in a mirror, see glimpse — i want to say:

This ain’t the game we used to play

This ain’t the prayer we used to pray

And everytime i take a look in a mirror, see glimpse — i want to say:

This ain’t the game we used to play

This ain’t the prayer we used to pray

Deadbeats: