dead prez — The Pistol

[Intro] Yeah, for real. Long time, poor people have suffered. And check this: long time, we fighting. Even pull out gun for the food, see? [Refrain: stic.man] We ain't trying to hear shit but what? (Cash money) The whole world operating off of (Cash money) To all my niggas with a whole lot of (Cash money) Watch your back, money [Verse 1: stic.man] You couldn't never understand how my mind tick I'm on some old school crime shit Where niggas hold tools to keep their dimes lit Ain't no rules with these iron shots of stone, dun This heat burn through your flesh, straight to the bones I’ll reach for the Buddha cess and zone. I’ll probably have A future of stress, stay depressed, and be alone But, as far as the present time, it’s on I’ll represent mines ‘til I return to the essence and I'm dead and gone Nobody want to be broke and you neither Put me on the corner, watch me catch a quick case of cream fever If you be poppin' shit, my niggas won't believe ya Probably punch you in the face and take your wallet when we see ya But son, it gets deeper I'm runnin' with a clique that's bein' hunted by the grim reaper To all my peoples in the man keeper, let your situation be a teacher Ain't nuthin' like a education When I was locked down, I learned about patience and dedication And not to say shit, unless you need a muthafuckin' face lift And as a youth, I was a outcast Runnin' ‘round with pellet guns, Playing War, but now it's all about cash [Chorus: stic.man] I'm caught up, caught up and amidst this shit And I ain't trying to hear shit, son, my crew got cash to get Blast you with the pistol if I have to In my mind, it’s all about cash in the fistful (Fistful) I'm caught up and amidst this shit And I ain't trying to hear shit, dun, my crew got cash to get Splash you with the pistol if I have to In my mind, it’s all about cash in the fistful [Verse 2: M-1] Up late night and upset, I’m fed up Niggas is comin' up wet, I'm dead up Fuck tryna keep your head up And when it go down, word bond, we got to dead up Too many locked down upstate, son, it’s a set up (set up) My life has sped up, many years, I'm straight up Plenty beers for who ain't here and those who ate up Test and get sprayed up in the club, we couldn't run it So we take the blade up in the booth, since we couldn't shoot We heat it up, losin' the shirt, showin' the bare chest I'm blessed, puffin' the skunk make me care less The best that you can do is duck my fuckin' crew If the slugs don't get ya, Lord J'll dig ya Actin' artificial get you burnt by the pistol Before it’s done, even my guns'll turn to missiles Don't have to blow the whistle on you, ‘cause everybody knows You got to watch yourself around, borderline psychos Who know my people got to hold a mint or they ain't worth a cent How can you represent, if you can't pay the rent? And leave a dent in my lifetime, I'm caught up in trife crime In fights you never know what you might find We stand firm, meanwhile, ‘cause niggas that seem wild Be buckin' blanks If they was men, they wouldn't fuck with pranks I leave them niggas alone and stay home until It cool down, and they remember how my tool sound (tool sound) [Chorus: stic.man] I'm caught up, caught up and amidst this shit And I ain't trying to hear shit, son, my crew got cash to get Blast you with the pistol if I have to In my mind, it’s all about cash in the fistful (Fistful) I'm caught up and amidst this shit And I ain't trying to hear shit, dun, my crew got cash to get Splash you with the pistol if I have to In my mind, it’s all about cash in the fistful [Refrain stic.man] We ain't trying to hear shit but what? (Cash money) The whole world operating off of (Cash money) To all my niggas with a whole lot of (Cash money) Watch your back, money [Bridge: stic.man] Yeah, we up on what we dealin' with We ain't no criminals We got the right to have gats Long as the army, navy, air force, marine got gats, we gon' hold heat Know’m saying? ‘Cause our army got to represent for us Word up, ayo Maintain (Yeah) Set that shit, son [Verse 3: Maintain] Forever keeping my shit cocked for drama Stainless steel, shit is for real The way these rats is known to squeal, making sour deals Thugs up in amidst of these drugs, caught up in the humble Bricks and paper by the bundle how the Bronx rumble Plagues spreading, devils get deaded, never regret it Only known to set it, still in existence, obviously you’re jetted Speak the desert, I’ll see the pyramid and eagle Back of the dollar bill, ill deceitful, we consider lethal God falling, niggas be pouring, guzzling alcoholics Two drinks, too many's like whitey infiltrating your fortress Shit is on, we’re 'bout to form, best prepare for the storm Y’all funny niggas quick to ring the alarm Bomb fell, and now a nation is gel We had to dwell for four hundred or more The Lord had the righteous living poor Resurrecting the true and living back to power Devils getting devoured, niggas heard the God holler