Bond (of Backwoodz Studioz and Green Streets Entertainment) - Scoundrels lyrics

The Reavers (ft. Keith Masters) - “Scoundrels” [Produced by Bond (AKA 007)] [Verse 1: Keith Masters] Iron-clad n***as in monkey suits Gorillas lean into that chinchilla I just bust a lot. I'm no k**er Nobody keeps it realer than going To the wake. Meet the Parents like Ben Stiller He's still a dirty, rotten scoundrel b**h that split and broke off with a pound-full Now Jesus talks, Jesus walks Past that body outlined in chalk n***as knew how it went down But they... (Shhh) don't make a sound It's all hush, especially the neighborhood lush Made the poker face like he had a royal flush Here, the drug addicts more clever than insane and Bodybuilders extract pleasure out of pain He must plan his next step wisely To become Mr. Big like won Heisy Elders say he needs release or just belief Backwoodz fibers dipped in keef Baked at the funeral parlor, approached the altar With a speech and he bombed like Pearl Harbor Caught up with the father, deacon, or the pastor He had bought a one-way ticket to Disasters- -ville. Type twisted like a damn drill Father sensed he had a pa**ion to k**. Now Many say, “f** the past,” but when The past comes back, you're getting f**ed in the a** Like, “Welcome to Alcatraz, motherf**er. Don't spaz” Your first time ain't your last. The system's top Sodomized, automized product. Out of lies Out of line at Big Rodney's Parlor. It's like, “Aww shucks” I'm stuck and dusty—f** Even if I make it out, my life'll never be the same Y'all know the game wants CB scarlet Remember way back like, um, Whatchamacallit? Life's like bubblegum, candy bars Coca Cola, VGs, and some basketball trading cards Now I'm paranoid, the on-guard ‘Cause life is so goddamn hard [Hook: Keith Masters] Life is so goddamn hard It's a miracle I made it this goddamn far Life is so goddamn... huh It's a miracle I made it this... far Life is so god... uh It's a miracle I made it... (Uh, uh, uh) this... (Uh, uh) Life is so goddamn... huh It's a... that I... this (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) [Verse 2: Keith Masters] Yeah Maybe y'all snap like Ziggy, pop double-G [?] Future's bleak ‘cause I let them boys leak f**er, get a visit in the clink every other week The symphony of revenge is so bittersweet Better yet, in these streets, many feats, many beats Many creep, many weep, many don't sleep, uh Playing God, getting in too deep Just failed to see the what lied beneath And now you're gritting your teeth It's true revelations True revolutions Trialing and debating