Información de la canción En esta página puedes encontrar la letra de la canción 125 Part 4 (Finale), artista - Joell Ortiz.
Fecha de emisión: 23.04.2007
Idioma de la canción: inglés
125 Part 4 (Finale) |
Why do I feel how I feel? |
I could move a thousand bundles of krills (uh huh) |
I could hit the lottery for a mil |
Money no longer make me smile, it’s wild |
Stress hurt like burying your first child (word) |
I’m really losin' my drive to do this music (damn) |
If it don’t happen after this, I’m through with it (done) |
Twenty-five, still live at my mom’s crib, two kids |
Ever heard that saying, «so smart you’re stupid»? |
That’s me |
Fourteen and change on my S.A.T.'s |
Chose the project over college, what a fuck up (fuck) |
On the block hollering at bitches like «fuck you, you stuck up» |
But what could a shorty see in a jerk, a man when she leave? |
A man when she get back from work |
What am I worth? (huh?) |
Then they said my pay could get me out the P’s |
But he been away for five, so he don’t see what I see (woof) |
Mom’s like «turn that down, I can’t hear my T.V. (shit) |
Worrying about them beats, I ain’t raised no deadbeats (but I-) |
Better find you a application boy, get up on yo feet"(right) |
Though your E.D.'s was dirty, my rhyme book was neat (ya) |
Plus I ink my heart and soul in 'em sheets (but uh) |
Holla at me though (word) |
I’m so unhappy yo |
Don’t wanna be the dude in the barbershop that coulda made it (nah) |
And decipher when young boys spittin' shit that’s outdated |
And 'em niggas walkin' away like homie was overrated (damn) |
Life ain’t a bitch |
Life is life and I hate it |
Never tried suicide, I ain’t got the heart to pull it |
Know your brain feel pain when it stained by that bullet (whoa) |
I don’t wanna live |
Yet I don’t wanna die (die) |
And have God say «you was about to do it, Joell why?"(why) |
Daddy, do you even care that yo boy is still alive? (uhh) |
Ain’t seen you since '83, hello to you to (damn) |
Guess I was unimportant, and you had to do you |
Sad that I had to guess, that just added to my stress |
Mom did her best- man, fuck that, I don’t get it |
How could you just go and forget that I existed? (your son) |
Guess I’m not like you |
'Cause I ain’t a punk (no way) |
I don’t run away from problems, I solve 'em and man up (what) |
Mom said I got a step-brother named Jamel |
A older sister as well |
Forgot her name |
Why did we never meet? |
I was the only child (uh huh) |
Who wasn’t an only child (uh huh) |
Who felt lonely, wow (wow) |
How can I tell my sons about a grandpa I ain’t know? (you can’t) |
I’m done with you, yo next topic |
I miss you James, I seen your daughters last month |
They gettin' big (yeah) |
I know you surprised in heaven that Yvette had a kid (haha) |
Wish we could sip one more bluie together (one more) |
In that RX-7, we all smelt like gas (haha) |
Still we hopped in the pool, shopped off with her ass (shaw) |
P.A. ain’t the same without you |
Whenever me and P.O. get bent, that’s my word |
We think about you (word) |
Rollin' up your sleeve, that’s when we knew you was drunk |
Remember that time your armpit had that yellowish stuff? (haha) |
What the fuck was that? (yeah) |
Be proud of me, I’m coming up in rap (what) |
Jus waiting on my dough, you know the biz (biz) |
What up with Miz? Tell that nigga I say «what up?» |
DeVon gettin' better in b-ball, his tall ass is tryna dunk (haha) |
Through this gift right here, I promise to stay in touch |
One, when will this bus come? Been waitin' on this ride for years (years) |
All my shirts is stiff from the driest tears |
What the fuck? I’m knife, the world need to know (c'mon) |
Comments on HipHopGame say «honestly, he should blow"(Joell) |
All these meetings was lame, every one is the same (where we goin'?) |
I pop in my demo and everyone blows insane |
Walk out the building, head higher than cocaine |
Only for me to never ever hear from them again (damn) |
That’s why I contemplate puttin' my pen away |
But I don’t, 'cause muh’fuckers did the same shit to Jay (word) |
Coincidence? Nah, I don’t believe in those (fuck em) |
Shit happens for a reason, if this was meant, I’ll know (word) |
What do I got to do, Lord? My song’s is tight (uh huh) |
My shows is jam-packed, I’m hip hop’s «anthrax"(sick) |
Nobody can touch me but I’m still in the hood |
How could you leave me around danger when your boy’s this good? |
Patience is a virtue but enough is enough (yeah) |
By the time I get on I’ll be to tired to celebrate |
Yeah, I know I’m lying, I’ll wake up when I get that cake (haha) |
First thing I’ll cop is a plane ticket and escape (flyy) |
I don’t care where just far away from here (gone) |
Turn my phone off, I’ll fold my beach chair and just stare (look at this shit) |
Like «hell yeah, life» |
Told you we twinkle our toes in the sand that’s white (c'mon) |
Last one to the ocean is weak |
And swim in the water that’s clear enough to stand up and see your feet (damn) |
But that’s only «if», if «If"was a CEO (what) |
We’d all have a deal (huh) |
We’d all sell a mil (word) |
I’m talkin' to underdogs who feel how I feel |
Well y’all can’t feel how I feel, but you know what I mean |
Right now I can only write about the things I’ve seen (cool though) |
Sounds sad but, I could fit that in a sixteen |
And the furthest I ever been was L.A. for a couple of days |
Can’t front, the plane was smooth and in front of the train (haha) |
And anyway, everything ain’t okay |
I’m try and live for today, but tomorrow’s a repeat of yesterday (psyche) |
Same shit, different paper |
Another let down, but they disguise it this time with a different answer (damn) |
The game’s scared to gamble and they know I’m nice (c'mon) |
How you gonna double up yo dough if you don’t roll 'em dice? (damn) |
It’s a fifty-fifty chance, but in my case, it’s ninety-nine to one (one) |
The one is what I’m gon' say when I’m done havin' fun with these tracks |
'Cause yes, it’s so, so easy (yeah) |
Like readin' the Good Book in a room with no T.V. (what) |
No I ain’t braggin', just a confident kid (uh huh) |
That ain’t reaping the benefits he deserved for conquering «this"(c'mon) |
«This"meaning the crowd (crowd), the art (art), hip hop itself |
I am the one, Neo is my son |
People, I’m from the bottom just like you |
If you ain’t from the bottom, no offense, but you are not who I write to (nah) |
I’m the underdog’s underdog, I love the odds (love 'em) |
Joy feels so much better when the road was hard (ahh) |
I can’t wait, literally |
I’m the epitome of what a real nigga Emcee should be (uh uh) |
Follow me… |