Haystak Keep It Southern

Stop, stop, stop….

Look but don’t touch it

If ya rub up against it

I hope that you don’t scuff it now

[x3]

(Stop, stop, stop, stop…)

I keep a sack of that sticky icky

A chrome nine millie wit me

A guy to watch my back

Incase somebody try to 50 Cent me

You either represent me

Or your up against me

Where I’m from

They let loose until the clips is empty

Tennessee, I’m from that volunteer state

Where when people get to drinkin’

The violence just escalate

We got young ass boys, drivin’ Escalades

We whippin’ Caprice’s the color of lemonade

So much pearl, that them bitches look laminated

Pass by your girl, the bitches look captivated

Roll my eyes, at the broads and accelerated

I got indicted

And these haters ’round here celebrated

Show me a hole in the wall and a microphone

We get ’em riled up, in here things get thrown

Ornery, thats the way we roll

Rock northern California, the same as home

Now come on

Pumpin’ is nothin’ they scufflin’

Pushin’ and shovin’ they love it

When we get it crunk in this mothafucka

(We keep it southern)

Pull up in front and we bumpin’

Pumpin’ the brakes and we stuntin’

Tryin’ to get into something

(We keep it southern now)

Pumpin’ is nothin’ they scufflin’

Pushin’ and shovin’ they love it

When we get it crunk in this mothafucka

(We keep it southern)

Pull up in front and we bumpin’

Pumpin’ the brakes and we stuntin’

Tryin’ to get into something

(We keep it southern boy)

Big booty white broads, who she in the H-2?

Comin’ through the drive thru

Sittin’ on them (ohh uhhoo’s)

Hippie starch, Timberlands with the matching jacket

I got that automatic, hate to have to cap a faggot

Blowin’ big

I’m on the scene spendin’ massive cabbage

Catch me in traffic and transit

Cause I be mashin’ damn it

Imagine your hustle, amplified by twenty times

No time to sleep, it’s a continuous grind

An in the street grindin’

Like a motherfuckin’ pepper shaker

Rollin’ like a 18 wheeler (breaker, breaker)

I eat fader faker, like Waltor Payton leave ’em shook

Got the law tryna hit me with the book

(Ha Ha)

We roll up, like cigarillos, six figure fellows

Bitches be like hello, haters be like hell no

Southern girls keep it shakin’ like some jello

Get off in the mix

And your subject will catch an elbow

Pumpin’ is nothin’ they scufflin’

Pushin’ and shovin’ they love it

When we get it crunk in this mothafucka

(We keep it southern)

Pull up in front and we bumpin’

Pumpin’ the brakes and we stuntin’

Tryin’ to get into something

(We keep it southern now)

Pumpin’ is nothin’ they scufflin’

Pushin’ and shovin’ they love it

When we get it crunk in this mothafucka

(We keep it southern)

Pull up in front and we bumpin’

Pumpin’ the brakes and we stuntin’

Tryin’ to get into something

(We keep it southern boy)

Down south money getters

All go no stop

Broads treat my pocket

Like the center of a blow pop

We don’t smoke sacks

Naw boy we blow crops

Hit the mute button boy

[siren]

Don’t you see those damn cops?

Heads bobbin’ up and down

Gone on that stupid juice

Lookin’ for a reason we can act a fool, sup fool?

Fuck you, duck dude he’s got a gun

Try not to fall

You get stomped when everybody run

I holla hey lil mama you the right height right width

Is that your girlfriend I’m into that bi shit

I’ve been addicted since the first time I tried it

The sight of them tongues touchin’ gets me excited

Stack mack baby, ain’t a glitch in my game

Vaginas begin to glisten when you mention my name

And I don’t drink champagne, but I’ll buy some

And bust a bottle on a bitch if he try somethin’

Tell that boy! Now…

Stop, stop, stop….

Look but don’t touch it

If ya rub up against it

I hope that you don’t scuff it now

[x3]

(Stop, stop, stop, stop…)

Pumpin’ is nothin’ they scufflin’

Pushin’ and shovin’ they love it

When we get it crunk in this mothafucka

(We keep it southern)

Pull up in front and we bumpin’

Pumpin the brakes and we stuntin’

Tryin’ to get into something

(We keep it southern now)

Pumpin’ is nothin’ they scufflin’

Pushin’ and shovin’ they love it

When we get it crunk in this mothafucka

(We keep it southern)

Pull up in front and we bumpin’

Pumpin’ the brakes and we stuntin’

Tryin’ to get into something

(We keep it southern boy)

Haystak Bonnie And Clyde

[Chorus:]

Just wanna spend

The rest of my

Life with you

Be your bonnie

Be my clyde

We’ll make these cowards run & hide

And I just wanna spend

The rest of my

Life with you

Through the goodtimes & the bad

Boyfriend

Girlfriend

Mom & dad

Whatever

I search for a chick like me who blows dro

Cause she can appreciate how the sticky burns so slow

You know

A young chick with an old soul

Set through the fire

Just to hold hands while the coals glow

I’ll build a house around her

We could fill it with seeds

And be like adam & eve

In the garden of eden

We can grow old

Watch it rain & snow

And see the sun rise & fall over yonder no

And when the coals burn out

Cause one of is gone

And the other is broken hearted

Left to live life alone

You used to listen to me complain

About my real bad days

Rub my neck & back

And make it all go away

Always there with an encouraging word

I couldn’t imagine

Having to be here without her

And I’m so scared of losing you

She say boo boo

I’m never gonna leave you

And then she sang to me

[Chorus:]

Just wanna spend

The rest of my

Life with you

Be your bonnie

Be my clyde

We’ll make these cowards run & hide

And I just wanna spend

The rest of my

Life with you

Through the goodtimes & the bad

Boyfriend

Girlfriend

Mom & dad

Whatever

Lil momma your eyes

The candle light magnifies

Hazel turned grey

Then bluer than a summer day

Baby wanna run away

Far away to some other place

Where we can lay

Tangled in one anothers embrace

By the fire place

Till were old & grey

From roca wear to rockin chairs

Whatever you need

Just call & I’m a be there

Wasn’t prepared to lose you

It hurt me so

You were addictive

And letting you go

Was no

Walk through the park

I remember the nights

That I’d just sat there in the dark

Pistol beside me

Ready to use it writing a will in a

Book where I had once wrote music

And then I remember

Somethin you once said

Layin next to me

Naked breathin heavy in the bed

You said

[Chorus:]

Just wanna spend

The rest of my

Life with you

Be your bonnie

Be my clyde

We’ll make these cowards run & hide

And I just wanna spend

The rest of my

Life with you

Through the goodtimes & the bad

Boyfriend

Girlfriend

Mom & dad

Whatever

Police pull us over

I’m squeaky clean haha

28 grams in your bra

While I

Blaze the haze as we rode off

How could you be so hard

And still so soft

All the nights we used to ride

Held my tone

Got my name tatted right above your pelvic bone

My luck uh

Middle saprano

All of my heart

Homicide detectives

Have to pry us apart

Who’d of thought we’d part

The way that we did

Just a few short months

After makin a kid

Does your new man

Do it like that

Candle wax

Down the small of your back

Does he

Bite your neck

Does he nibble on your colar bone

Do you still think about me

When your all alone

Used to grab you

And hold you tight

The heat will be back on tommorow

But it’s cold tonight

[Chorus:]

Just wanna spend

The rest of my

Life with you

Be your bonnie

Be my clyde

We’ll make these cowards run & hide

And I just wanna spend

The rest of my

Life with you

Through the goodtimes & the bad

Boyfriend

Girlfriend

Mom & dad

Whatever

Haystak Still You Doubted Me

[Intro]

Represent, you act like this was the first time we done had to tell y’all

You can hear us though, you can hear us… in 4, 3, 2, 1

[Verse 1]

I was born a bastard, my mama was a baby

And she didn’t have the skills it would ever take to raise me

Pops jumped ship and left us doin bad

I pretty much blame him for everything I never had

Fall back cuz I remember I was always mad

Constantly in trouble, I was always bad

Used to whip my ass for stealin and skippin class

Just basically fuckin up, they said I was nothing but a fuck up

Your fuckin nuts, just wait and see

I can’t wait to make them eat that shit they talk bout me

I’m gonna make granny proud of me

Be someone that I can be, proud to be

They ain’t gonna make no ass out of me

How did we, overcome such obstacles and setbacks

They told me I was average but I just couldn’t accept that

Let that, be those words carved in my headstone

P. S. you hatin muthafuckas were dead wrong

[Chorus x2]

Told you muthafuckas I won, I was gon do it

I was gon do it, still you doubted me… still you doubted me

[Verse 2]

Day turn to night, I paid the cost for the fame

I was drawn to the game like a moth to a flame

Guess you could say I had a troublesome past

Rememberin talkin to mama, talking through glass

The look in her eye, boy I’m so sick of your ass

You’re never gonna change, you’re just like your dad (damn!)

A look in her face that told me I was mistake

She wish she had never made, goes from back from in the day

What came from the grave, was a message she didn’t wanna hear

Remember that trip from hell, well here’s your little souvenir

Don’t drink no Belvedere, I blow that killer smoke

I hit that volume button and let them guerillas go

You didn’t know or see the growth through the concrete

Makin million dollars merely speakin over drum beats

Yes did, been telling you since I was a kid

And you was bonded, get on with that bullshit

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3]

I rolled my eyes, as if to say fuck all y’all

All I ever had was my muthafuckin Paw Paw

My gramma, fed me catfish and coleslaw

I hit the weed then pass it to my road dog

I grip the steering wheel, I’m mashin gas pedal

Bitch, I’m gonna be here when the muthafuckin dust settles

Probably been off if I had just let go

I wonder where I’d be in life if I just said no

But life’s too short for me to ponder questions I’ll never answer

But why am I still smoking from all I’ve lost from cancer

At this point in life, all my worries are financial

And any losses that I have to take will be substantial

I’m not stopping because it’s not an option

Get it straight, I’m not sweepin and not moppin

A muthafuckin thing, you get that boss

And all that real job talk just piss Stak off

[Chorus x2]

Haystak Clear My Mind

We make that music they can ride to (ride to)

We make that music they get high to (high to)

We make that music they can ride to (ride to)

We make that music they get high to (high to)

This one of them songs you put on,

Turn the radio up and just ride

This one of them songs you put on,

Roll around and just clear your mind

This one of them songs you put on,

Turn the radio up and just drive

This one of them songs you put on,

Roll around and just clear your mind

I’m ridin round just reflectin on my lifetime

Focused but it’s hard to stay inside of these white lines

I’m starin out the window tryin to get a clear view

But it’s so hard not to look in the rear view

It’s not what we get but what we give in the end

And in the end I just hope God will forgive me for sins

I know God is all knowin he sees past my plans

But I treat him like a man whose last name’s damn

Lord forgive me for that, I’ve made my share of mistakes

But some days I don’t know If I’mma have what it takes

If I make what it takes just to shake what I bake

It’s hard when I feel my heart saturated with hate

Out the gates I’m gon wait to see if I’m on the scroll

But in the end I know really only God knows

My nightmares have me layin dead from some foolery

My best friend’s chokin up tryin to do my eulogy

This one of them songs you put on,

Turn the radio up and just ride

This one of them songs you put on,

Roll around and just clear your mind

This one of them songs you put on,

Turn the radio up and just drive

This one of them songs you put on,

Roll around and just clear your mind

The road I came down was a bumpy one

State troopers everywhere, any one could be the one

To set me on the side of the road and I get mirandized

Cuffed indicted and then ultimately tried

My people tried but I was incorrigible

The world was rough but your boy was durable

No record label could stablilze the self-destruction

I was putting myself through

How can I help you when I can’t help me

God please give me direction

I feel like I’m gon go off because of my head so lost

Inhalin the purp while I’m doin 90 in the slow lane

I blow it in the police face after the high speed chase

Feelin crazed like a motherfucker, floatin

Stopped at waffle house cuz that’s the only thing open

Ate, paid and I’m headed for the door when a dude says

Hey, your music did a whole lot for me boy

This one of them songs you put on,

Turn the radio up and just ride

This one of them songs you put on,

Roll around and just clear your mind

This one of them songs you put on,

Turn the radio up and just drive

This one of them songs you put on,

Roll around and just clear your mind

Back on the freeway or should I say the interstate

Blowin on that otha cush thinkin bout the way it was

The ones of us that couldn’t take it

The ones of us that didn’t make it

Medics cut they clothes off, dead in the street naked

Hated but at the same time loved

Draw first blood when push comes to shove

Made a new life, improved what I had

And I’m determined to do more good than bad

Me too, I really wanna change and I can say that honestly

But it’s hard to when I feel my past is hauntin me

A young man with the soul of an old dude

I’m not afraid to die Lord, but I don’t want to

I think back to all the stupid stuff that I did

Stood up in the court room and said fuckin pigs

As a teenager used to put coke on the blunts

Man I quit drivin, Lord take over this truck

This one of them songs you put on,

Turn the radio up and just ride

This one of them songs you put on,

Roll around and just clear your mind

This one of them songs you put on,

Turn the radio up and just drive

This one of them songs you put on,

Roll around and just clear your mind

Haystak I Ain’t No Pin-Up

I don’t pop no bottles, homie

I don’t do no pilates

I don’t aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate

I don’t do no chin-up’s, bwoi

I ain’t no pin-up, bwoi

Ain’t got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack)

I don’t pop no bottles, homie

I don’t do no pilates

I don’t aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate

I don’t do no chin-up’s, bwoi

I ain’t no pin-up, bwoi

Ain’t got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack)

This aint that bullshit, it’s somethin I got to say

Not tomorrow but today, I’ll be right away

I done been paid, I been broke and in that fo’ do’

When it rained I got soaked, I had no dro to blow

My gal had foods stamps, she tried to get us food

So I did what I had to do to try to get get us through

Makin music wasn’t always profitable

Major lables were a lot like hospitals

You don’t always come home, sometimes you die in there

Someties they so backed up they slip and leave you lyin there

Soo, fuck em me, easy, and slick gon run this and

Just like we pump rich, we gon pump this

You underestimate me thinkin I’m some, bitch

And that’s that shit that gets you sleepin with them fish

When they at my funeral, some gon say I was an asshole

Big Stak Mak, ho. Alias: Fatso

I don’t pop no bottles, homie

I don’t do no pilates

I don’t aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate

I don’t do no chin-up’s, bwoi

I ain’t no pin-up, bwoi

Ain’t got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack)

I don’t pop no bottles, homie

I don’t do no pilates

I don’t aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate

I don’t do no chin-up’s, bwoi

I ain’t no pin-up, bwoi

Ain’t got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack)

If you come round through there, it’s gon sound damn near like new years

I sweaaar

Who would’ve cared if you died out there?

Fuck em, I live for me until I’m 6 feet

These streets, booby trapped and filled with banana peels

I’m tryin not to slip, it’s hard to keep a grip

I’m holdin on tight, refusin to let it go

This could be my last night, look at it you never know

Catch me at the red light, bullet holes in my vehicle

If I make it back to y’all, that’s gon be a miracle

Stratigic, my every move is tatical

A lot of dudes play rock hard, but on the low they vaginal

What you see in videos is mostly magical

What you’re hearin now will some day be defined as classical

Big Stizzle, I’m so official

Like a dealer with a pistol, a referee with a wistle

I don’t pop no bottles, homie

I don’t do no pilates

I don’t aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate

I don’t do no chin-up’s, bwoi

I ain’t no pin-up, bwoi

Ain’t got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack)

I don’t pop no bottles, homie

I don’t do no pilates

I don’t aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate

I don’t do no chin-up’s, bwoi

I ain’t no pin-up, bwoi

Ain’t got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack)

Who you playin with? What you sayin, trick?

Please explain it to me, I don’t understand it

I do damage to anybody that gets in my way

And repercussions away if he even say some shit about Hay

Get hit in the face, put in your place, punched in the face, toted away

Yeeeeeeah

Put in a cage for not controllin my rage

I’m caught in a stage where everything’s ablaze in my mind

I can’t sit still, I just stand and I pace

And I think about the day they tried to run up in my place

I’m cold. Blow they head off, clean at the neck

Take a stand like a man and demand my respect

Put my shit in check, keep my shit in order

I came a long way from baggin up baggies and sellin quarters

And I’m back like never before

You can just run up on me, let’s settle the score bwoooi

I don’t pop no bottles, homie

I don’t do no pilates

I don’t aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate

I don’t do no chin-up’s, bwoi

I ain’t no pin-up, bwoi

Ain’t got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack)

I don’t pop no bottles, homie

I don’t do no pilates

I don’t aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate

I don’t do no chin-up’s, bwoi

I ain’t no pin-up, bwoi

Ain’t got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack)

Haystak Dadgummit

[Intro:]

Now let me get this right… when Jesus left here

He left a going away place for me, and when he prepared that place

He’ll come back and receive me, now where he is at, I’ll be…

Now that’s what you call a beautiful thought, Jack

[Verse 1:]

This mics on? I take chances and play a lot of felony games

That’s why my rent and my utilities are in melony names[? ]

Sometimes don’t ever change, it’s too easy to obtain

Cocaine, that’s why my people did that devil in the dope game

I’ve done the dope thing, tenths, graphs, quarters, halves

I was a natural cause I was pretty good at math

Hot temper you can catch me on a warpath

You know what they say; hard head make a soft ass

Livin life like tonight can be the last night

Cops in the car with the dogs and the flashlights (fuck!)

Got me laid out across the hood

It’s all good it nothing but leather wood

This harassment is nonstop, and when it’s not the cops it’s the block

Haystak didn’t come back whippin no Maybach

How fake is that, y’all know me better than that

But I’ll rock a drop top SL Escalade truck and shit

Who that big fat white ass think he fuckin with

Don’t that muthafucka know he had to suffer

He keep on comin through with that and end up a sucker

[Chorus: x2]

Now one day, I’m gon die

But until then, I’m gon ride

I feel I, can almost fly

It can go down tonight, Dadgummit!

[Verse 2:]

I was a broke head, a raggedy broke head

Probably end up in jail dead or be a cokehead

My mission to get more bread, more fed and more head

Work hard until I drop dead

So much sweat and blood shed

Tears I wept, the nights done came and went and I never slept

It’s crazy what one would do to uphold the rent

It’s boundaries, men don’t overstep

But yet, the newspaper full of incidents

Dude didn’t have to die, that shit was senseless

Violence is sadistic, it grows on our existence

Me personally, myself, I’m against it

But so many dudes from other crews stay with him

You ain’t gotta a chance if you get to beefin with him

Got six guns, shotguns and handguns

Semi-automatic magnums, keep your pants up

We can’t afford to get caught with them now

And they roll up on ya like “Yeah, talk shit now! “

And they already got they guns out

But time won’t allow you to get yours out (blaow!)

And about the time that you reach for your pocket

Bullets hit your muthafuckin ass like rockets

You couldn’t return fire, it happened so fast

That’s how they do it they sneak up and bust a cap in your ass

Now it’s just a bunch of good talk about ya in slow songs

Everybody telling everybody to be strong

Positive, cause they gotta move on

Even though it won’t be the same now that you gone

Gone, meanin dead gone meanin not here

Gone, meanin you meanin you won’t have no birthday next year

Gone, meanin your kid no longer got a father

Cause pops was preoccupied with provin he was harder

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]

My [?] is [?], accomplish impossibilities

So much hositiliy hemmed up within me

So many ends and very few friends

I made thick and thin muthafuckas who ride to the end

You be lucky if you got enough to tote you to the hole

Cause them fair-weather friends get low when it’s cold

I got women in my yard, diggin for gold

Mama said they was coming and [?]

I made a lil money, people think I’m made of money

Sometimes, I wish God would just take it from me

So I can see who’s around here cause because they love me

And I could know who’d be down with me if I was bummy

Who’d feed me if I was hungry, clothe me if I was naked

And who’d kiss on my dick cause I made a few records

Who’d be at the hospital when a tragedy happened

Standin with family when they talking to the pastor

[Chorus x2]

Haystak Came Along Way

Soooouth siiide! Haystak mak, full circle 3-6-oh,back on ya like this here.this here i say down….

Down south players do they get busy ? Well…

Them eagles on them spinners get dizzy as hell.

They keep on spinnin’ “beep,beep”

As the haters start grinnin “whats up dawg?”

They talk a lot but my boys don’t study dem fools

Who get the last laugh flossin on em covered in jewels?

Way before some rhymin an royalty checks

Diamonds was a way a getting more respect.

Street flava all-star my peers r pioneers

Sonny an k dem boys been makin money fo years

Makin cash money like m.c. m

U been in tha game a minute you’ll remember them.

Big body chevys, rims, spoilers,

In an out a town like the tennesee oilers.

Gals call us but we wont call back

“stak your big ass thinks u all that.” “yeaaah”

[chourus: x2]

we came a long way ay ay..just to be paid aid aid

And we sittin on top op op,and u know it wont stop op op.

We roll up on em “brrrrrrr,buk buk buk,vrummm,vrummm,

Where’d that big ‘ol white boy come from?

Aw big dawgs gotta get that money “brrring”

“street flava records” girl let me speak ta sonny.

“whats up man?” “what’s on ya mind boss?”

“i’m thinkin ’bout a merger” “uh-huh,ya think?”

“we murder it”

Double s that’s the way i ride

South side til the day i die

On the rhyme i wont be denied

They be no joke down here where we reside

That fast u can be on politics an status

Mad, cash like an ass gettin apparatus

The baddest gals be with the ugliest men

Down for hair an nails who got the most money ta spend

Surround sound that shit’s amazin dude

But i bring my beat-box on ya block an get rave reviews

[chorus x2]

Stak’s a bullet in tha bill-board,rockin award shows,

World tours,take control of record stores

Can u see my sales soar? Fo sure,u can’t deny me no more

Pack my bags beeyotch, bon jour, i’m on tour.

Straight clownin leavin mic stands broke

Cuz i can put it down with out the lights and smoke

Sonny dropped the track and it was straight up butter

Ain’t nuthin ta do but count my money, an shoot the magazine covers.

My team’s supreme, i fiend for green, like a

Sweet splittin cheese gittin cream machine

So many words come ta ya mind when ya mention mak-million

Lyrical genius, got-damn this brilliant.

So cold-blooded i shoulda been born sicilian

Odds on doin what we doin must be one in a billion

I played it right late at nite and i stayed alive

I been writin erry nite since eighty-five

[chorus x4: fade out]

Haystak Kindness For Weakness

Stak mac

Alias Mr. nice guy

Don’t let the sweet taste fool ya

Same thing make ya laugh will make ya cry, uh

I’m viscous like an inbred pit bull

Mother fuckers necks break when my bitch pulls up

Got a whole lot of people that hate my guts

I keep them W’s up clutching my nuts like what

Whats up with y’all in here tonight

Came to see the boy get live well then alright

Let me get a drink

Clear my throat

Spit the wickedest shit I’ve ever wrote

I go for broke I go for throat

Straps smoke when I’m provoked

Blood soaked button ups that’s no joke better

Get up out your business while the getting good

Tomorrows not promised no graveyard you in the woods

Front page of the paper body found, you in the woods

Its what it was people understood the good ol’ days

You don’t violate the code then expect no consequences

And everybody know what comes to snitches and bitches, come on

Don’t take my kindness for weakness soft hearted and its a sweetness

Relentless about my business murderous merciless

My intentions are viscous ruthless and ambitious

Don’t take my kindness for weakness don’t take my kindness for weakness

Don’t take my kindness for weakness soft hearted and its a sweetness

Relentless about my business murderous merciless

My intentions are viscous ruthless and ambitious

Don’t take my kindness for weakness don’t take my kindness for weakness

I came from around dudes that just assume slit your throat as

Look at your ass if you didn’t fuck with they cash

Pull shotguns out in broad daylight

Kids scurry like roaches when you hit the lights

Blue light hit the block but my o.g’s

Stood in the middle of the street

Punked the police told them they

Wasn’t about to take them anyplace

Call them faggots and bitches even spit in they face

And I ain’t afraid of catching a case

I yank that thing out waist and put one in your face

Motherfucker if its beef we can go get the AK’s

Come back to this motherfucker spray up the whole place

I want to drink some drinks I ain’t trying to go crazy

But after a minute all that motherfucking eyeing me phase me

Homie can’t you see me rapping to this young lady

Catch me outside in the white Mercedes, bitch uh

Don’t take my kindness for weakness soft hearted and its a sweetness

Relentless about my business murderous merciless

My intentions are viscous ruthless and ambitious

Don’t take my kindness for weakness don’t take my kindness for weakness

Don’t take my kindness for weakness soft hearted and its a sweetness

Relentless about my business murderous merciless

My intentions are viscous ruthless and ambitious

Don’t take my kindness for weakness don’t take my kindness for weakness

Bullet riddled crime scene tape chalk and news crews

Everybody saw it no ones telling on those fools

They came through in old schools

It happened so fast just blast blast blast blast

Some wounds were flesh wounds others were fatal

The boss took one to the stomach got an additional naval

But he made it for a second it looked real bad

When he left the hospital man dude was mad

On some soldier shit load the clip

This beef might never be over with

We going merc they whole crew homies minds gone

Murder murder murder that’s all his minds on

He said retaliation must be fast, we going

Knock some respect out they motherfucking ass

From here on out every time we see them we going blast

So help me they going all be in caskets bastards

Don’t take my kindness for weakness soft hearted and its a sweetness

Relentless about my business murderous merciless

My intentions are viscous ruthless and ambitious

Don’t take my kindness for weakness don’t take my kindness for weakness

Don’t take my kindness for weakness soft hearted and its a sweetness

Relentless about my business murderous merciless

My intentions are viscous ruthless and ambitious

Don’t take my kindness for weakness don’t take my kindness for weakness

Haystak Run Hide Duck

Ok children for today’s vocabulary test

Who would like to stand up and share with the rest of the classroom?

The definition of the word- Dictate

Ohh, me me me, please

Okay Jason go ahead, stand up

And give us the definition of the word Dictate

Ok?

You know Ms. Johnson, dictate

How’s my Dic Tate

[Haystak]

My minds constantly in money gettin mode

I done seen bitches flip like them Sony explodes

I came by way of a long bumpy road

Doin eighty it’s all gravy on the phone gettin throat

From the padro?? to that hydro

From that sticky to that icky

Dark tinted windows on my stretch 150

Killer talkin trash

Tell em boy come and get me

They been bumpin for some minuets

They some bitches evidently

MY city represents me like fifty thousand albums

They eat it up in the Ville like x-pills and Valiums

God damn, you did em so dirty

Jumpin up out of the back of that back 430

I shit hotter then fish grease

Strong as a pitch??

Bitch please

I’m none of them fake mc’s

That sees their enemies and run like hoes

Nuthin to fear but fear foo confront your foes

And tell em

[Hook x8]

Run hide duck huh

Bitch you heard me huh what?

[Haystak]

Crippling competitors crushed my opposition

Walk into a room rappers stand up at attention

Like Ten, hut hut hut, shovin threw the club

Hollerin, what what what what

Crunk and I could give a fuck

Sipping syrup got me slower then molasses in December

May as well show my ass in the morning I won’t remember

Why my hand hurts

How i got this cut above my eye

Holler turned to squabbling

With fools from another side

Fist will hurt your pride

Bullets hurt your sole

When they jumping out of your body

Because you’re bleeding out of control

Oh no, I can’t go out like this

Layin here with my drawers full of shit and piss

You ignorant son-of-a trailer park tramp

Who in the fuck do you think I am?

God damn, you only get one more warning

Then you’re goin to sleep

But it aint gonna be no yawning

[Hook x8]

Run hide duck huh

Bitch you heard me huh what?

[Haystak]

If i could make this verse as hard as the other two

This song would be a banging mother fucker dude

Haystak, alias moonshine, big stak, mista mac

Mista if we beefing watch your god damn back

Even in showers, even at picnics

My clicks thicker then brick mix

Bullets fatally attracted like lunatic chicks

Who jumped on your dick cause your record was hot

Found out where your family stays, can’t blow up the spot

Huh, what

Can you say clothes in the yard?

Bitch dun threw some grits and barley missed me swear to god

My old lady got more heart then the majority of them

IF I don’t like it I go in the source

Say it in public and fuck em

It wasn’t no accident or homicide

I purposely buck em

The fuckin snitch sold out my cousin

Got him busted at customs

You like em but don’t trust em

Fuck em but don’t love em

If you really think he’s bluffin

Take the gun away from em

[Hook x8]

Run hide duck huh

Bitch you heard me huh what?

Haystak Silver Spoon

[Spoken:]

Sometimes I write a record about something that’s not necessarily something I went through, but something that I had watched my people go through. And it usually goes something like this here:

[Verse 1:]

Stepped out the back of a black escalade

with a triple black suit on,

some thousand dollar shoes on

Black shades, cuz we burying a goodfella

My wife stepped out, my man popped an umbrella

Holding back tears while I sign the fucking book

Walking toward the casket, but I don’t wanna look

Had to see it for myself, I looked up and there he laid

I wasn’t overcome with sadness, I was filled full of rage

I thought about the time we’d been riding together

and how long it had been, seemed like forever

Leaned down to him, told him “Fuck You”

And just to think, you were someone that I looked up to

Guess now I know it, really is true

You love them pills more than me

Like I said, “Fuck You”

Stood up I was so mad, I could’ve flipped the fuckin’ casket over

Trying to accept that that part of my life was over

Kissed his momma on the forehead, looked into his toddler’s eyes

too young to understand the fact that his father died

He was eating them, shit, needles made him cringe

But the way my man went out, fuck, it might as well’ve been:

[Chorus:]

A flame, and a needle, and a silver spoon

My man took off and got high as the moon

Looking down at the clouds and he never came down

Til we put him in the ground, til we put him in the ground

[Verse 2:]

That man got a Ph.D, a medical degree

And the son of a bitch ain’t no better than me

He’ll kill ya kids quicker than I will

Infecting the streets with them (Pain Pills)

So many O.D. off of them O.Z.s

I mean the little homies as well as O.G.s

I’ve seen what it does cous, I’ve felt the buzz (huh)

I know he’s a doctor, and I don’t give a fuck, bruh

Kill my homie, and I’m coming back, ask Deezie

About the last [email protected]@ss bitch I smacked (bitch)

for giving one of my dudes something that he ain’t do

And if he dies don’t let it get traced back to you

My people laid in the crib three days before someone came to help ’em

And they might still be there if somebody hadn’t smelled ’em

Let me die crossing the mob, or robbing the Mexicans

But I ain’t trying to die off no mother fuckin medicine

I’ve popped the X, yeah

I’ve sniffed a line, yeah

I smoke some reefer, and I had to draw a line there

the pain pills had me from ’01 to ’04

I couldn’t feel them no more

And I wasn’t fixin’ to die of no

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

It’s a heroin type high we chase like a pipe dream

Start smokin them and it becomes a pipe dream

We lose so many of us, but it’s not enough

He nodded off, and he don’t got a pulse!

And when the damage finally gets done

Your friends argue over who’s gonna dial 9-1-1

But them the same dudes that’ll be at your funeral, carrying your casket

I can’t stand them dirty bastards

But those were the friends you chose

With allies like those, who needs foes

Yo, you let your man die

You heard your man cry

And you just stood by

And it cost him his life

I got a phone call, that he had overdosed

I hit the E.R., where he was comatose

A breathing machine, without it he’d be gone

13,000 milligrams of hydrocodone

I told him hold on, just breathe, that’s my man

If you can hear me homeboy, squeeze my hand

He ain’t squeezed it though, he just let it go

And he died with tracks in between his toes

who knew

[Repeat Chorus]