歌曲 | The Evil That Men Do |
歌手 | Ras Kass |
专辑 | Soul On Ice (Explicit) |
Intro | |
Psssshh, i guess niggaz don't realize a good thing til it's gone | |
You know what i'm sayin man? | |
Runnin around in these streets trickin, shit's hard man | |
You know? but sometimes man | |
Fools be bringin that shit on they god damn self | |
Verse one | |
Nappy headed nigga stigmatism at birth | |
Born to a family of four and so that makes me one-fourth | |
Of a dysfunctional home | |
I had a father who only stayed to see me grown | |
When i turned twelve he was gone | |
Alone, no role model | |
I used to watch my granddaddy and uncle hit the bottle | |
And then hit each other | |
Granddaddy beat grandmother, but that's before my time | |
But i still see how it affected her mind | |
As a child i introverted, and drew pictures | |
While my mother prayed to jesus reading king james scriptures | |
She used to take me to church so i could put money in the basket | |
Tell the preacher how she used to get her ass kicked | |
And me, i mastered the art of hatred | |
After pops left ran with my niggaz tryin to take shit | |
Petty theft, i got caught a few times, but bust it | |
Life is a bitch so fuck it | |
In eighty-one i remember the night | |
I covered myself with baby powder, so my black ass could be light | |
Cause god is white, and bo derek is a ten | |
I hate my black skin, it's just a sin to be a nigga | |
Then again, i'm like the frenchman, cause granny's creole | |
And therefore, we're black french people | |
So i think it's best if i go to catholic school | |
And study under nuns and then i'll be a catholic fool | |
Cause none of these cults want none of us up | |
And don't none want to see none of us live to be adults, sheeit | |
No wonder brothers take lives for red and blue | |
It's the evil that men do | |
Chorus | |
But every nigga on my block | |
Can't stop, and he won't stop, and he don't stop (repeat 4x) | |
Interlude | |
Nigga, nigga wake yo' punk ass up nigga! | |
Nigga *smack* *smack* wake yo', wake yo' punk ass up!! *siren* | |
(where the fuck we at?) *helicopter* | |
Nigga, one time nigga | |
(man i feel strange man, and i'm fin to go man) | |
Shit, i'ma get you out, shit, bitches man) | |
(fuck that shit man, nigga what the fuck am i gonna do man?) *siren* | |
We go make another gold lp nigga stop trippin nigga | |
Nigga we own a gold lp, nigga stop trippin! | |
Verse two | |
By the time i hit adolescence and found hair on my nuts | |
I grew twelve inches so now it's time to fuck sluts | |
Never respected women, just had to keep my dick wet | |
Fucked this virgin named lena, i made a bet | |
With my homies i could hit it first, then kicked her to the curb | |
Til next year, i got a call from my man kurt | |
Since i never used jims i left a seed in the earth | |
That left a nigga feelin like dirt | |
Cause now i'm a father, and got a two-week old daughter | |
Ironically, don't even know her name it's a damn shame | |
And ol girl never told me she was havin my baby | |
The more i thought about, she fuckin played me | |
Cause the family's lookin at me like i raped her | |
Plus with another fuckin mouth to feed i need paper | |
Did a caper, and took my guinness stout to the head | |
September 1990, drunk drivin, the light turned red | |
Somebody hit from the rear, i hit the brakes | |
Then lost control of the steering wheel | |
Hit a black camaro and that's all i remember that night | |
I woke up to a five-oh flashlight | |
The car that i hit had exploded on impact | |
One woman escaped, but the driver was trapped, he burned to death | |
Manslaughter, off to c-y-a | |
Liftin weights in the yard and playin spades all day | |
Now i'm eighteen, hit the county in the mix | |
"name and last three!" austin, oh-six-six | |
By now grandpa went crazy and my uncle had died | |
And me i'm at the ranch makin pruno in wayside | |
In ninety-three, i got probation | |
Searchin for an occupation, cause now i'm pickin restitution, confusion | |
I'm lookin at myself and seein every other nigga i knew | |
It's the evil that men do | |
Chorus | |
Chorus (to fade) |
Intro | |
Psssshh, i guess niggaz don' t realize a good thing til it' s gone | |
You know what i' m sayin man? | |
Runnin around in these streets trickin, shit' s hard man | |
You know? but sometimes man | |
Fools be bringin that shit on they god damn self | |
Verse one | |
Nappy headed nigga stigmatism at birth | |
Born to a family of four and so that makes me onefourth | |
Of a dysfunctional home | |
I had a father who only stayed to see me grown | |
When i turned twelve he was gone | |
Alone, no role model | |
I used to watch my granddaddy and uncle hit the bottle | |
And then hit each other | |
Granddaddy beat grandmother, but that' s before my time | |
But i still see how it affected her mind | |
As a child i introverted, and drew pictures | |
While my mother prayed to jesus reading king james scriptures | |
She used to take me to church so i could put money in the basket | |
Tell the preacher how she used to get her ass kicked | |
And me, i mastered the art of hatred | |
After pops left ran with my niggaz tryin to take shit | |
Petty theft, i got caught a few times, but bust it | |
Life is a bitch so fuck it | |
In eightyone i remember the night | |
I covered myself with baby powder, so my black ass could be light | |
Cause god is white, and bo derek is a ten | |
I hate my black skin, it' s just a sin to be a nigga | |
Then again, i' m like the frenchman, cause granny' s creole | |
And therefore, we' re black french people | |
So i think it' s best if i go to catholic school | |
And study under nuns and then i' ll be a catholic fool | |
Cause none of these cults want none of us up | |
And don' t none want to see none of us live to be adults, sheeit | |
No wonder brothers take lives for red and blue | |
It' s the evil that men do | |
Chorus | |
But every nigga on my block | |
Can' t stop, and he won' t stop, and he don' t stop repeat 4x | |
Interlude | |
Nigga, nigga wake yo' punk ass up nigga! | |
Nigga smack smack wake yo', wake yo' punk ass up!! siren | |
where the fuck we at? helicopter | |
Nigga, one time nigga | |
man i feel strange man, and i' m fin to go man | |
Shit, i' ma get you out, shit, bitches man | |
fuck that shit man, nigga what the fuck am i gonna do man? siren | |
We go make another gold lp nigga stop trippin nigga | |
Nigga we own a gold lp, nigga stop trippin! | |
Verse two | |
By the time i hit adolescence and found hair on my nuts | |
I grew twelve inches so now it' s time to fuck sluts | |
Never respected women, just had to keep my dick wet | |
Fucked this virgin named lena, i made a bet | |
With my homies i could hit it first, then kicked her to the curb | |
Til next year, i got a call from my man kurt | |
Since i never used jims i left a seed in the earth | |
That left a nigga feelin like dirt | |
Cause now i' m a father, and got a twoweek old daughter | |
Ironically, don' t even know her name it' s a damn shame | |
And ol girl never told me she was havin my baby | |
The more i thought about, she fuckin played me | |
Cause the family' s lookin at me like i raped her | |
Plus with another fuckin mouth to feed i need paper | |
Did a caper, and took my guinness stout to the head | |
September 1990, drunk drivin, the light turned red | |
Somebody hit from the rear, i hit the brakes | |
Then lost control of the steering wheel | |
Hit a black camaro and that' s all i remember that night | |
I woke up to a fiveoh flashlight | |
The car that i hit had exploded on impact | |
One woman escaped, but the driver was trapped, he burned to death | |
Manslaughter, off to cya | |
Liftin weights in the yard and playin spades all day | |
Now i' m eighteen, hit the county in the mix | |
" name and last three!" austin, ohsixsix | |
By now grandpa went crazy and my uncle had died | |
And me i' m at the ranch makin pruno in wayside | |
In ninetythree, i got probation | |
Searchin for an occupation, cause now i' m pickin restitution, confusion | |
I' m lookin at myself and seein every other nigga i knew | |
It' s the evil that men do | |
Chorus | |
Chorus to fade |