Da Ha Da Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Da Ha Ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Becoming a rapper is the number one cause of death of young black men
God damn shits a sin
Life imitating art imitating life imitating art where does it end
Or begin
It use to be all in the same gang self destruction
Now it's gang bang self-corruption and killing
Niggas out here fronting rapping mumbling about nothing
Kids imitating shit you ain't even doing
And if your really beefing and shooting the second you
Get caught you can't wait to start rating and squealing
And when your doing your jail sentence the record label
Taking all of your profits and you dollars and cents
And if you get murdered then they really cash out
While your laying dead in coffin straight ass out
No money left for your family in your account cause you spent
It all on gold, clothes and hoes wanting clout
Da Ha gonna give it to you raw
The worlds a seesaw and the rich write the laws
They think when your poor and black you rap sell crack
And bounce a ball get money quick rob, steal, trick and Blow it all
Yeehaw
Before it all falls apart the ends justify the means
In this industry of sluts lust distrust and greed
Record execs making your soul bleed your begging
Please please baby baby please let me get some cheese
Like Ben the rat got poor blacks in crime and drug infested
Shacks better learn to dunk like Shaq or pack a gat
These kids having flashbacks like war vets
When going to schools a death threat while America worships the wreck
The shits a mess the world got a pretty noose around her neck
On the edge of a wooden chair just one more step then it's
Gasping for breath got me all upset politically incorrect all
Hands on deck gangs on the block throwing up there set
Money power respect but the devils gonna collect life's
A marathon but i was dumb and tried to sprint ain't that a
Bitch!
Da Ha gonna give it to you raw
The worlds a seesaw and the rich write the laws
They think when your poor and black you rap sell crack
And bounce a ball get money quick rob, steal, trick and Blow it all
Yeehaw
Da Ha Da Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Da Ha Ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Da Ha Da Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Da Ha Ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Kounterclockwise - Blow It All Lyrics
Kounterclockwise - Blow It All Lyrics
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Da Ha Da Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Da Ha Ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Becoming a rapper is the number one cause of death of young black men
God damn shits a sin
Life imitating art imitating life imitating art where does it end
Or begin
It use to be all in the same gang self destruction
Now it's gang bang self-corruption and killing
Niggas out here fronting rapping mumbling about nothing
Kids imitating shit you ain't even doing
And if your really beefing and shooting the second you
Get caught you can't wait to start rating and squealing
And when your doing your jail sentence the record label
Taking all of your profits and you dollars and cents
And if you get murdered then they really cash out
While your laying dead in coffin straight ass out
No money left for your family in your account cause you spent
It all on gold, clothes and hoes wanting clout
Da Ha gonna give it to you raw
The worlds a seesaw and the rich write the laws
They think when your poor and black you rap sell crack
And bounce a ball get money quick rob, steal, trick and Blow it all
Yeehaw
Before it all falls apart the ends justify the means
In this industry of sluts lust distrust and greed
Record execs making your soul bleed your begging
Please please baby baby please let me get some cheese
Like Ben the rat got poor blacks in crime and drug infested
Shacks better learn to dunk like Shaq or pack a gat
These kids having flashbacks like war vets
When going to schools a death threat while America worships the wreck
The shits a mess the world got a pretty noose around her neck
On the edge of a wooden chair just one more step then it's
Gasping for breath got me all upset politically incorrect all
Hands on deck gangs on the block throwing up there set
Money power respect but the devils gonna collect life's
A marathon but i was dumb and tried to sprint ain't that a
Bitch!
Da Ha gonna give it to you raw
The worlds a seesaw and the rich write the laws
They think when your poor and black you rap sell crack
And bounce a ball get money quick rob, steal, trick and Blow it all
Yeehaw
Da Ha Da Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Da Ha Ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Da Ha Da Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Da Ha Ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Da Ha Ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Becoming a rapper is the number one cause of death of young black men
God damn shits a sin
Life imitating art imitating life imitating art where does it end
Or begin
It use to be all in the same gang self destruction
Now it's gang bang self-corruption and killing
Niggas out here fronting rapping mumbling about nothing
Kids imitating shit you ain't even doing
And if your really beefing and shooting the second you
Get caught you can't wait to start rating and squealing
And when your doing your jail sentence the record label
Taking all of your profits and you dollars and cents
And if you get murdered then they really cash out
While your laying dead in coffin straight ass out
No money left for your family in your account cause you spent
It all on gold, clothes and hoes wanting clout
Da Ha gonna give it to you raw
The worlds a seesaw and the rich write the laws
They think when your poor and black you rap sell crack
And bounce a ball get money quick rob, steal, trick and Blow it all
Yeehaw
Before it all falls apart the ends justify the means
In this industry of sluts lust distrust and greed
Record execs making your soul bleed your begging
Please please baby baby please let me get some cheese
Like Ben the rat got poor blacks in crime and drug infested
Shacks better learn to dunk like Shaq or pack a gat
These kids having flashbacks like war vets
When going to schools a death threat while America worships the wreck
The shits a mess the world got a pretty noose around her neck
On the edge of a wooden chair just one more step then it's
Gasping for breath got me all upset politically incorrect all
Hands on deck gangs on the block throwing up there set
Money power respect but the devils gonna collect life's
A marathon but i was dumb and tried to sprint ain't that a
Bitch!
Da Ha gonna give it to you raw
The worlds a seesaw and the rich write the laws
They think when your poor and black you rap sell crack
And bounce a ball get money quick rob, steal, trick and Blow it all
Yeehaw
Da Ha Da Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Da Ha Ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Da Ha Da Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Da Ha Ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Writer: Douglas Johnson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid