Lyric Things Happen
[Shyheim]
"Sup, how was your ride."
"It was long, but I m aiiight."
"True, true."
"So you takin care of yourself in here?"
"No question, I gets down for mines."
"Yeah I know, I heard a lot about you."
"Word? I m sayin tho-"
"Anyway, if you don t mind me askin, how d you get into alla this?"
"Yo, it s a long story..."
I started off light, knockin off y all packs for this kid Pat
He told me to take 30 and bring him the rest back
It didn t take long for my clientele to swell
Snitches started to tell, broke niggas was jail
Cause they couldn t outhustle me so they tried to muscle me
But I ain t pussy y all I leave em dead like a Kennedy
Took a half a year to get a half a brick
My own shit, now I make profit on every flip
No more hand-to-hands, I m the big man now
Push a black Land Cruiser, pack a chrome trey-pound now
I m smellin all the animos in the air
Pat spreadin rumors that he gonna take me outta here
What the fuck the bloodclot thinkin
My plan s to roll up in an old black Lincoln and leave him dead and stinkin
And I m a man of my word, word
I seen him on the curb smokin herb
I made the Continental swerve
And hopped out and started lettin off shots
And didn t stop until I seen his body drop
Then a nigga like me just skated
I know he was packin steel, that made it drug-related
YouknowI msayin
Chorus: (2x)
Things happen so keep your eyes open
Sheisty ones be scopin
That s why guns we be totin
Things happen so keep your eyes open
Sheisty ones be scopin
I m on the run from po-po
Some crab niggas pulled the bitch move
My blood pressure s high but I play it calm and smooth
Everybody s my enemy, can t trust no one
The last time I trust a trust I almost got done
So keep your eyes open and beware of the ruckus
Cause life ain t nothin but thirsty, grity muthafuckers
I ran with niggas that will kill ya warm dead
Keep it real is who I pumped into them niggas little heads
My granddad, he used to call me Killer now I am
Everybody where I used to chill, fuck them
My mind was playin tricks on me shorty
Once I was like "Turn yourself in and do the time" (yo fuck that)
The pigs wanted five, tell my moms I love her
And stay strong and don t fall
I m in the hands of the Lord
Chorus (2x)
"Sup, how was your ride."
"It was long, but I m aiiight."
"True, true."
"So you takin care of yourself in here?"
"No question, I gets down for mines."
"Yeah I know, I heard a lot about you."
"Word? I m sayin tho-"
"Anyway, if you don t mind me askin, how d you get into alla this?"
"Yo, it s a long story..."
I started off light, knockin off y all packs for this kid Pat
He told me to take 30 and bring him the rest back
It didn t take long for my clientele to swell
Snitches started to tell, broke niggas was jail
Cause they couldn t outhustle me so they tried to muscle me
But I ain t pussy y all I leave em dead like a Kennedy
Took a half a year to get a half a brick
My own shit, now I make profit on every flip
No more hand-to-hands, I m the big man now
Push a black Land Cruiser, pack a chrome trey-pound now
I m smellin all the animos in the air
Pat spreadin rumors that he gonna take me outta here
What the fuck the bloodclot thinkin
My plan s to roll up in an old black Lincoln and leave him dead and stinkin
And I m a man of my word, word
I seen him on the curb smokin herb
I made the Continental swerve
And hopped out and started lettin off shots
And didn t stop until I seen his body drop
Then a nigga like me just skated
I know he was packin steel, that made it drug-related
YouknowI msayin
Chorus: (2x)
Things happen so keep your eyes open
Sheisty ones be scopin
That s why guns we be totin
Things happen so keep your eyes open
Sheisty ones be scopin
I m on the run from po-po
Some crab niggas pulled the bitch move
My blood pressure s high but I play it calm and smooth
Everybody s my enemy, can t trust no one
The last time I trust a trust I almost got done
So keep your eyes open and beware of the ruckus
Cause life ain t nothin but thirsty, grity muthafuckers
I ran with niggas that will kill ya warm dead
Keep it real is who I pumped into them niggas little heads
My granddad, he used to call me Killer now I am
Everybody where I used to chill, fuck them
My mind was playin tricks on me shorty
Once I was like "Turn yourself in and do the time" (yo fuck that)
The pigs wanted five, tell my moms I love her
And stay strong and don t fall
I m in the hands of the Lord
Chorus (2x)
