Fred The Godson What They Die For Lyrics
What They Die For by Fred The Godson
Feat. Jaquae
(Verse)
I'm this close to blowing up, July forth
My sixteen bars is killa, I'm diverse
Or do I search, knowing how my pain worth this?
Said I'm a breath of fresh air, I'm like (???)
I buy this CD, I'm skimming through the inserts
The lack if skill, man, I've been hurt
Rappers don't wanna admit to my face that my work is well
So, to ride my wave, they just surf the net
It's disgusting, a lot for nothin'
Me and Prez always had this type of discussions
I'mma cure, I spit sick and the cure
Got the march in September and February, remember?
I'm still listenin' to their music
I'm still learning, there's still different things, I can use shit
That's why I rhyme insane. To make sure ya ain't die in vain
(Hook x2)
I think about Big, this is what he die fo'?
I think about Pac, this is what he die fo'?
I think about Pawn, this is what he die fo'?
The hope is in my eyes, so this is what I'm around fo'
(Interlude: 2Pac)
I feel as though I'm cheated because
Instead of me fulfilling my prophecy,
I have to start one
Instead of me doing a good job
And carrying on the empire, I have to build one
(Interlude: ???)
Most nigga they be like "you see what Biggie's doing?"
You know, you gotta be half you can to owe him
Listen, you have to be like that
And if you don't wanna be like that
You don't have to be like that
Know what I'm sayn?
(Verse)
A vision as suburban, every March 9th is kinda disturbing
I'mma rhyme, now who's word is he urgin'?
Flow live, you'll never be a child, like a surgeon
I slide with my BN, thinking the prize be n
Thinking 'bout the gun shots, why it had to be him?
That's why I speak the street
And I do it a Capella,
If we don;'t push it with the pen, then fuck it
I just feel like we doin' women injustice
I get it, this word to my grand-mother
Treat everyday like I'm part of making the bad brother
You see, they fear what they don't understand
They hear my metaphor, but they don't understand
Punch lines is gonna make 'em remember me
I'm going hard at yo' memory, closer(?)
(Hook x2)
I think about Big, this is what he die fo'?
I think about Pac, this is what he die fo'?
I think about Pawn, this is what he die fo'?
The hope is in my eyes, so this is what I'm around fo'
(Verse)
I'm this close to blowing up, July forth
My sixteen bars is killa, I'm diverse
Or do I search, knowing how my pain worth this?
Said I'm a breath of fresh air, I'm like (???)
I buy this CD, I'm skimming through the inserts
The lack if skill, man, I've been hurt
Rappers don't wanna admit to my face that my work is well
So, to ride my wave, they just surf the net
It's disgusting, a lot for nothin'
Me and Prez always had this type of discussions
I'mma cure, I spit sick and the cure
Got the march in September and February, remember?
I'm still listenin' to their music
I'm still learning, there's still different things, I can use shit
That's why I rhyme insane. To make sure ya ain't die in vain
(Hook x2)
I think about Big, this is what he die fo'?
I think about Pac, this is what he die fo'?
I think about Pawn, this is what he die fo'?
The hope is in my eyes, so this is what I'm around fo'
(Interlude: 2Pac)
I feel as though I'm cheated because
Instead of me fulfilling my prophecy,
I have to start one
Instead of me doing a good job
And carrying on the empire, I have to build one
(Interlude: ???)
Most nigga they be like "you see what Biggie's doing?"
You know, you gotta be half you can to owe him
Listen, you have to be like that
And if you don't wanna be like that
You don't have to be like that
Know what I'm sayn?
(Verse)
A vision as suburban, every March 9th is kinda disturbing
I'mma rhyme, now who's word is he urgin'?
Flow live, you'll never be a child, like a surgeon
I slide with my BN, thinking the prize be n
Thinking 'bout the gun shots, why it had to be him?
That's why I speak the street
And I do it a Capella,
If we don;'t push it with the pen, then fuck it
I just feel like we doin' women injustice
I get it, this word to my grand-mother
Treat everyday like I'm part of making the bad brother
You see, they fear what they don't understand
They hear my metaphor, but they don't understand
Punch lines is gonna make 'em remember me
I'm going hard at yo' memory, closer(?)
(Hook x2)
I think about Big, this is what he die fo'?
I think about Pac, this is what he die fo'?
I think about Pawn, this is what he die fo'?
The hope is in my eyes, so this is what I'm around fo'