Ron O'Neal Songtext

von Wu-Tang Clan

No matter what the weather we be getting our cheddar
So we can have a better tomorrow, oh, oh
Money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
For a better tomorrow!
Coach, put me in the game
I'm for real, other peoples trying to put me in them chains.
Whatever the topic, let's put it in the frame
We can even load it, and cock it and put it in they brains
I'm saying, some rappers do it for a chain.
Kill yourself, I know killers that'll do it for some change
These veterans is slipping, they ain't doing it the same
I don't slip, set a pick and put a shooter in your lane.
Precise, like a shooter at the range
But I ain't trying to shoot it with you rappers,
I'll just shoot it at your dame!
Y'all never should have threw me in the game
Found a new word for weed, that was so me,
I threw it in my name!
My soul laid out on the block like arms spraying
The law hating, warring like blacks and Caucasians
God versus Satan,
I'm laying in the dark with the ...waiting
Letting off first basing.
Slim from the cotton club washing a scrub
Deuce high when he cruise by, spotting his love
Hold the mic like a 38 muzzle to snub
This flow, call it OJ blood on the glove.
Above rap, capital Gs speak on the facts
Please believe that, meaning that I keep it a stack
He's back, he a beast on the track
The only time that I go soft is probably with your freak in the sack.
Feel the bass make sure he shake,
Murder verse, first, 48
Manslaughter, nearly caught a case
I crack heads more than base
Stack bread when I orchestrate,
That said, y'all the base
No matter what the weather we be getting our cheddar
So we can have a better tomorrow, oh, oh
Money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
For a better tomorrow!
I seen niggas sniff coke through a crazy straw
Come out they shirts sweating bullets with the Bobby Brown jaw
Dry mouth, grinding back and forth plus he's steaming a Newport
We all holding the torch!
Few staircase murders, some burners don't blam right
Guns that kicked around the wall, you better stand tight
Full of X, AKs, wild in lobbies, bulletproof PJs
... spunned like the DJ
CSI traumatized by viewing the instant replay
Sponge bob niggas get scar, nigga
I'm off style in any section of the hood,
I'll pull your car, nigga!
No matter what the weather we be getting our cheddar
So we can have a better tomorrow, oh, oh
Money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
For a better tomorrow!
See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
So you rather pursue death than admit defeat?
See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
So you rather pursue death than admit defeat?
Yo, yo, hey yo!
I used to be so narcissistic, park the whips and spark the biscuits
Spit hollow tipped shells at the narcs with quickness
Live to tell the tale, cause only God's my witness
Been a long time, change gonna come son,
I'm optimistic!
I hold the shield like Ron O'Neal
Super fly, do or die, killer hill, Brownsville
Never win, never will, yes I can, yes I will!
Put a dot upon your knot then I shoot through your grill
Like a dentist, my apprentice speaks with a vengeance
Demented scientists counting bodies inside trenches
That's judges off the benches, got inches for y'all wenches
We plant those hot seeds then drove in cold winters!
No matter what the weather we be getting our cheddar
So we can have a better tomorrow, oh, oh
Money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
For a better tomorrow!
See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
So you rather pursue death than admit defeat?
See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
So you rather pursue death than admit defeat?