Musical Chairs - Ubiquitous, Godemis

First time offense in a class full of felonies

Class A, class sheet passion is elatry

He had a rock, she done got knock selling trees

Hella feast still can’t pay the bill, Bellamy

It’s all relative, by pound sell a brick

Preach from the soapbox mask your intelligence

Pass through the system, ask for a settlement

Drop in a buck and get him in back in his element

Drop with the state throw a lock on the gate

Stop, stay stop while I drop on a snake

Wipe that, clean up relapse you’re right back

Getting bloods to the ring maybe he can fight back

Hustle for cheese, trap mice in a rap light

Ask once please, second time I don’t act nice

Blunt wraps trees digital’s in the bag right

Pistol slung by the clocks with the sag right

Ubi’s aware by the tootiem blare

That’s a life, dog do me a dare it’s all musical chairs

Y’all better move to the beat, suit with the beat, beat

By the music now you’re losing your seat, seat

The music stopped, the lady died

New

SchoolHustlers born in '85

If you play with dice you pay the price

Pray to Christ somebody come say they light

Cause when the music stop the lady died

New school hustlers born in '85

And if you play with dice you pay the price

Pray to Christ somebody come say they light

Street soldier, 5 star general

Everybody know we go hard for the chemical

Lock the block down, beat the strip up

For the things in the clubs who come to re-up

On the often, floss them stuntin' is a habit

If somebody got it then I mean he gotta have it

As well, he ain’t got a bag of himself

All he gotta do is collect the dough when it’s dealt

Back to him in the fat black human

Keep a post in the back with a crack pack on him

Black mask and a fully loaded Glock strapped to him

Cops assume they don’t wanna pour Glocks on 'em

Cause it will most certainly be a shootout

Gun hold pause don’t wanna bullet through law

New route on 'em when the SWAT picks him

Tear gas, no mask when the door kicked in

And then they rushed him, cuffed him

Put him to the pavement, read him his rights

Something to say save it, they told him

Whether you was cool or not

You paid your dues, the fools know the music stop

And the lady died

New school hustlers born in '85

And if you play with dice you pay the price

Pray to Christ somebody gon' say they light

Cause when the music stop the lady died

New school hustlers born in '85

And if you play with dice you pay the price

Pray to Christ somebody save them

You better pray for them

Street life weren’t made for them

Amen, Satan laying wait for them

No escape for them, celebrate for them

Pour the liquor out now, buy a case for them

They pass the pastor, hold a wake for them

No chiropractor gonna straighten them

'Bout nobody got faith in them

Nothin' to hold them together like a safety pin

They don’t play to win

Seems drug money’s never enough

They stacked they chips up never settled them up

The house will take you, you don’t take the house

The mouse don’t chase the cat, cats chase the mouse

They dig up in your pocket, scrape them out

So like Diddy Venage you can hate them now

But you can’t stop, won’t stop the music

'Til the Glock go click-clack (pah! pah!)

Lyrics by: IrvDaPhenomenal