First Song
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(intro)
yea whats up, dis haystak
i wanna say thank you to all my people,
we 3 cds deep, baby (hahahhaha)
they thought we couldnt do it
we heading in a whole different direction
from here on out, our CWb motto is: Fuck em, If you cant make em love ya, Make em hate ya.
(verse one)
i dedicated this dro for once and good ol bois from da woods, and man id kill da buds, send it to the hoods, Its a 100 for the quarter, 350 for the zip, its a trip, all we do just to keep a grip. no trust, just lust, greed and envy, hopein nobody die Father please forgive me. but i was caught up, emerged in hate. alot fans acting like they aint get enough graves, dig enough graves so they can sit and talk shit all god damn day (aint no god damn way) they gonna hate on hay infront of my faces if they was invincable, they cant be put in they place. mind is a terribel thing to waste, Ima grown man, dont get shot in the face, i aint no stranger, catching a case, i was right you was wrong, fuck wat the witnesses say. detectives at my front door taking me into custody, they aint got a warrent, they just wanna question me. This is reality, if not God strike me, theres ten million mother fuckers just like me. people keep my name in they mouth, just hatin. thats why i keep Ak\'s in my house, just waitin. posted em up at the window, like Malcom X. Ready to unload on the first thing that threats. ima protect mine by any means necessasary, have your whole family walking through the cemitary. back an forth, tug o war with the decible. play with my money an ima turn you into a vegtable. welcoem to my tembalence, stroughin my tennis shoes, vives on the telephone, tell em no more interviews, i aint got shit to lose, come on with the ridicule you labled me a criminal when i was still in middle school. peopel are so pitiful opinionated and siticule.
and if they hay it they way, i never see the pinicule.
All the rappers sound identicle, and they dont say a word. Thus be the reason why I keep a sach of herbs. Poppin pills help me deal with da neggitive press, we gonna get it crunk, but first I got some shit on my chest. Street flavor. reckon as dooms day, the crusades, who paved the way for N-A-S-H-V-I-double LL- E, i aont gotta tell ya\'ll na Ya\'ll tell me.
Sudden pete, Dj D Ez, Me, an my Big Homie E uh,
i rolled acusstemed to gettin my ass kissed.
put on 30 pounds since i dropped my last disk.
So i must have said somethin tight (haha), We must have did somethin right,
And dats my First Song
(outro)
Haystak Macmillion Baby,
When They Come Through The Speakers,
Drive The Children Crazy.
Im Haystak Macmillion Baby,
When They Come Through The Speakers,
Drive The Kids Insane.
Haystak Macmillion Baby,
When They Come Through The Speakers,
Drive The Children Crazy.
Im Haystak Macmillion Baby,
When They Come Through The Speakers,
Drive The Kids Insane
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Thanks to (Ryan Sparaco) for correcting these lyrics. Jan 19, 2008
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