Ez Special

Ez Special - Burning down

[Fish Scales] yeah

[R. Prophit] Awwwww

[Fish Scales] Wassup

[R. Prophit] yes'sa

[Fish Scales] You know dat

[R. Prophit] Nappy Roots and Game Point

[Fish Scales] Fish Scales and R. Prophit,

Game Point, Wassup?

[Chours - R. Prophit]

See I don't care what them people say

And I blow tress and just grind all day

See I truley know dat my hustles gone pay

So you best be on yo wayyyy


Most times I'm gettin serious, I don't play no games

You niggas dats curious, you gone feel da flame

Cause rhymes that I hit cha wit, It'll prolly crack ya frame

Wether you a city black male, it's all da same

[Fish Scales]

I just hit Fern Valley Rd., I got a bag full a cookies

A white girl drivin dat keeps da stash in her pussy

Got my cousion back at home, still watchin fo da block

And dis white girl too, so she ain't stoppin fo da cops

[Chours 1x]

[Fish Scales]

But once again I gots to lay down da law

(Yo) Cause niggas lookin at me like my hustle gotta fall

Bitch you ain't never seen a Sunbird on some 18's, lookin so clean

When I was young I swear to God that was my ultimate dream

But now I'm 25 and all I want is bubbled eyes

Come threw wit a big body wit double tires, it's gettin hard

I know y'all don't wanna hate me, but it's to hard, I'm good folks

it's simple, like all my niggas get drinks and get smokes and keep dope


Outside, niggas with techniques and young preists

shakin fakin something, life in da beach ain't nuttin sweet

Concerned with a navigator, illest nigga on beats

Them scales to alagator, PHD in da street

G P, Nappy, indeed we in a faith for cash

We move make, bend rules and law break

Ain't no escape, impliment ya plan, make it work

Cause I'ma stack till my old ass is in da dirt

[Chours 2x]

[R. Prophit]

I greet life, hold me tight, been lonley most my life

Walk past somethin dats dried, crumbled inside

Tried to be, find somebody believe in dis here

Most people they fear, black male rap fo real

I majored dis year, like Damon Waynes on top of his game

Never leavin da game, it's Prophit boy on top of ya brain

Fumblin blunts, sometimes stumblin drunk

Stumblin crunk, come threw rumblin trunks

Nappy hit pumps, and Game Point lights ya junts

No time fo stunts, my people been hungry fo months

You know me dawg, always gotta keep it raw

Speakin real life shit off dat alchol

[Chours 2X]


It's over now

Hey what up my nigga?

They talkin bout us man?

man fuck these hoes

Burn it down, fo real

I ain't in dat shit

Man, fuck them niggas man


Underground fo life

underground forever

Lets get these niggas

Game Point


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