Shyheim - On And On lyrics

Cause brothers with the gats don't be knowin how to act

They always pull the glock when somebody rocks at night

And if they get shot they offer shit should the cops

Now tell me this aint livin foul

She just had a baby child and shes back to sellin cracks valve's

On the Ave cause shes addicted to the fast cash

How long will that last before the cops be up in that ass

But honey-dip dont wanna listen cause shes in no position

Now nobody gives a pot to piss in

Her life is stuck and filled with bad luck

So she fucks and fucks to earn another buck

She don't really care about pride

And she jumps into another ride then comitted suicide

Chorus:

Hey Yo, this goes on it don't stop

Everybody's doin' their own thing

From hooker in the drug slang (repeat 2)

Times is gettin' hard, word is bond, I sware God

I even got caught tryin' to steal from the junkyard

A born tebba, A rebel without a pause

Ain't nevah had a good Christmas so who is Santa Claus

I walk the streets at night with my head down

In this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down

So they get a glock a lick shots to get props

And win shit rocks so you can hear when the shells drop

An old man got shot in the parkin' lot

In front of my buildin' I hang with his grandchildren

And for the nigga that pulled the trigga and tried to slide

And hide, but he got knocked by da homicide

And this happens everyday around my way

So I pray that I can live anotha day

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Hey Yo, get a load of this guy you know the Mr. Hard

He the one who talk about gats but aint' bustin nobody

He speaks the name game so he can just maintain

I'd blow him out the frame but his mom said he gang bang

But his rep was hi-tech in the projects

Pulled his nuckle-jacks so he got mad respect

The niggaz in hoodiez packed up their loaded gats

Met up in the back so they could plan the attack

Wasn't hard to tell that these kids was no joke

They let the pistol smoke and at nine was dopin and coked

I seen it happen everyday where I live

I know a few brothers, drug dealers, most of them fugitives

Chorus

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