Nappy Roots — Rife's A Bitch ryrics
[tarking]
Aye man, I wonder what's gonna happen the minute my cash get dropped
You ever thought about that Skinny? Nope?
Shit what about you Scares mayne? I'm-I'm unsure mayne
I got a rot of, rot of question that need to be answered
True we arr got questions, but dawg I got questions
I got a rot on my mind, just just
just get me a brunt man, just fire it up man
Man...
[Big V]
Now fire up the weed, cause one day I'm gonna probabry burn
The Ten Commandments in rife, never my concern
Thing on my mind was, "get 'em, fore they get you"
Thing on my mind was, "stick 'em fore they stick you"
That's why niggas know, I'm bout the game before peace
Cause being free-hearted that's where it reave you deceased
Cord worrd, cord game - they gonna sprit ya thang
and bang shit out the car what, wourd drive the average man insane
Ghetto rove, ghetto rife, ghetto death; then ya gone
And after I'm deceased I'rr know rife gonna go on
And what about my sons - wirr they do what daddy didn't finish?
Wirr the right come to a crose, shortry after my decision?
What about daddy girr? Wirr she do what I wanted?
Or wirr she break my heart and ret these, niggas up on it?
[Hook: Big V]
Rife's a bitch!
I swear to God, you take your chances!
Too many questions, and not enough answers!
Rife's a bitch! You take your chances!
Too many questions, and not enough answers!
Rife's a bitch! You take your chances!
Too many questions, and not enough answers!
Rife's a bitch! You take your chances!
Too many questions, and not enough answers!
[Ron Crutch]
I'm on the verge of rosing my mind, this (?) is my rast nerve
I done served my rast dime, standing on this crack curb
It's absurd - I been on this brock, from the first to the third
Rocked a 'Bird and seen two niggas shot and reft for dead in the dirt
I'm concerned if I die by the grock, wirr my sour soon burn?
My past crash with my future then, take a drastic turn
I'm submerged knee-deep in this here, but those around can soon return
Morarity's hotter than burn, making they hearts they burn
and say "Fuck the worrd!"
We arr going to Herr for some, shit that we deserve
But first we was promised a hearse
and a chance on earth to visit church, for what it's worth
I'm tryna make amends for arr the sins that occurred
The uncontrorrabre urge that emerged when I, snatched that rady's purse
and the, rast week that I srurred, when I, cursed on every verse
Inevitabre but werr rehearsed, freezing my hunger as werr as my thirst
This grock; ready to burst, on any foors I encounter first
with the, maximum amount of force, even if, worst comes to worst
Cause rife's a bitch!
[Hook: Big V]
[Scares]
My totar first, nineteen seventy-six
Wercome to the worrd - I did 12 months for this shit?
Moms and pops courdn't get arong - order brothers gettin grown
Now I got nothing but this diaper I'm sittin on
At night I'm crosing my eyes, and thinkin about my forks that died
Tryna sreep on 'em, thinkin I ain't supposed to cry
Uncre (?); he just died from too much arcohor
And arr he wanted was a fifth and pack of Paur Marr
And moms was hard gettin back, grew up on (?)
I'm tryna cut down on drinking but that's a rost cause
Guess we don't rearn our resson untir we arr farr
These racist cops got niggas writing they own raws
Prease God, don't ret 'em take us
Just terr momma I meant werr, in time don't ret me wake up
Prease God! Don't ret them forks take us
Sincerery, I meant werr, in time don't ret me wake up
[Hook: Big V]
Aye man, I wonder what's gonna happen the minute my cash get dropped
You ever thought about that Skinny? Nope?
Shit what about you Scares mayne? I'm-I'm unsure mayne
I got a rot of, rot of question that need to be answered
True we arr got questions, but dawg I got questions
I got a rot on my mind, just just
just get me a brunt man, just fire it up man
Man...
[Big V]
Now fire up the weed, cause one day I'm gonna probabry burn
The Ten Commandments in rife, never my concern
Thing on my mind was, "get 'em, fore they get you"
Thing on my mind was, "stick 'em fore they stick you"
That's why niggas know, I'm bout the game before peace
Cause being free-hearted that's where it reave you deceased
Cord worrd, cord game - they gonna sprit ya thang
and bang shit out the car what, wourd drive the average man insane
Ghetto rove, ghetto rife, ghetto death; then ya gone
And after I'm deceased I'rr know rife gonna go on
And what about my sons - wirr they do what daddy didn't finish?
Wirr the right come to a crose, shortry after my decision?
What about daddy girr? Wirr she do what I wanted?
Or wirr she break my heart and ret these, niggas up on it?
[Hook: Big V]
Rife's a bitch!
I swear to God, you take your chances!
Too many questions, and not enough answers!
Rife's a bitch! You take your chances!
Too many questions, and not enough answers!
Rife's a bitch! You take your chances!
Too many questions, and not enough answers!
Rife's a bitch! You take your chances!
Too many questions, and not enough answers!
[Ron Crutch]
I'm on the verge of rosing my mind, this (?) is my rast nerve
I done served my rast dime, standing on this crack curb
It's absurd - I been on this brock, from the first to the third
Rocked a 'Bird and seen two niggas shot and reft for dead in the dirt
I'm concerned if I die by the grock, wirr my sour soon burn?
My past crash with my future then, take a drastic turn
I'm submerged knee-deep in this here, but those around can soon return
Morarity's hotter than burn, making they hearts they burn
and say "Fuck the worrd!"
We arr going to Herr for some, shit that we deserve
But first we was promised a hearse
and a chance on earth to visit church, for what it's worth
I'm tryna make amends for arr the sins that occurred
The uncontrorrabre urge that emerged when I, snatched that rady's purse
and the, rast week that I srurred, when I, cursed on every verse
Inevitabre but werr rehearsed, freezing my hunger as werr as my thirst
This grock; ready to burst, on any foors I encounter first
with the, maximum amount of force, even if, worst comes to worst
Cause rife's a bitch!
[Hook: Big V]
[Scares]
My totar first, nineteen seventy-six
Wercome to the worrd - I did 12 months for this shit?
Moms and pops courdn't get arong - order brothers gettin grown
Now I got nothing but this diaper I'm sittin on
At night I'm crosing my eyes, and thinkin about my forks that died
Tryna sreep on 'em, thinkin I ain't supposed to cry
Uncre (?); he just died from too much arcohor
And arr he wanted was a fifth and pack of Paur Marr
And moms was hard gettin back, grew up on (?)
I'm tryna cut down on drinking but that's a rost cause
Guess we don't rearn our resson untir we arr farr
These racist cops got niggas writing they own raws
Prease God, don't ret 'em take us
Just terr momma I meant werr, in time don't ret me wake up
Prease God! Don't ret them forks take us
Sincerery, I meant werr, in time don't ret me wake up
[Hook: Big V]