Rubbabandz - Licka Shot lyrics

[Rubbabandz] Never say, never say *gun shots, man screaming* *maniacal laughing* Never say [Shyheim] "Rugged hip-hop" (cut and scratched) Right back at'cha fo' the '94, '95 Plus, you know I keeps it real Rugged Child comin back at'cha "Rugged hip-hop" (cut and scratched) Tellin them how them girls be actin But you ain't got nothin, you know? I take it one day at a time cuz I'm immune to crime I could be out there sellin crack, but I choose to rhyme Sometimes, don't get me wrong, I had the temptation But I never liked the thought of incarceration The fast money comes in quick and girls ride your dick For when you get locked down, they don't send you sh** Come on God, you know what happens on the regular No pictures of letters cuz they f**in the next n***a You get upset and send out threats, you gonna break her neck But it would be her main man that she's givin s** That's why you never catch me f**in with them dollar hoes Because they come a dime a dozen when you clockin dough You know? Chorus: Rubbabandz (Shyheim) For all my n***as on the streets (I licka shot) For R makin phat beats (I licka shot) For all my n***as doin time (I licka shot) Me, cuz I always go for mine (I licka shot) [Shyheim] I'm on some new sh**, I gotta make dough real fast To build up the safe, cuz some cash gotta last I don't know how long, but yo it's gonna be a while I'm an only child, and I got a different style Cuz my grandmoms taught me to be wise Look out, and realize, that life flies by Like a morph' and my ego can never be soft Or I got some raw talent, that can really come off And I can live mad lovely, in phat a** luxury I a big lab, like the Gotti's used to have But that ain't all I wanna achieve I want my kids to be paid, when this world I leave And that means from this generation "on & on" to how long it go, like H2O I wanna fulfill the dreams, that my granddad homes had To have an enterprise with money comin in brown bags Chorus [Shyheim] Yo, I remember back in the days, bein younger n***a Me and my cousin Kane used to go to swerve on n***as For 40 ounces, easy wide L's and Philly's For the brothas on the ave. who be puffin illy Leave me in dust and dust, meanin wet and wet That up sh** that him just splicin pet But anyway I had a ball Jettin through my project halls at night, til I got the call For me to come upstairs and eat And then rewind that selector, cuz tomorrow I'm back in the streets Chorus [Shyheim] Yeah... I'm bouncin out like this This joint right here goin out to my man June Lova I licka shot to my man k**a Kane I licka rest in peace shot to 2 Cent, S and Tone I licka shot for my peeps, RNS with this phat a** beat And I'm ghost like that