Days of Our Lives

Yeah, ayo

This is a message for y'all three blind mice

Who refuse to see what's goin' on

You know what I'm sayin'?

Check this out, y'all

These are the days of our lives, I'ma tell ya a little somethin'

Television ain't nothin'

Worryin' about who cheated on Joe Blow

And Karen got pregnant by so-and-so, yo

Smooth K, not fallin' for the okey-doke

I'ma tell ya how that story really goes

With the pistol smoke, ya hear the rip-a-dope bangin'

Brothers gettin' it on, gangin'

But for what? Nothin'

Just 'cause ya hear open field attack from the rear

2300 Jackson Street, is all what it's cracked up to be?

'Cause I see

From a Northside aspect, ya can't half step

Always be ready to snap necks

To the K, ya might try to beat me

But ya can't touch me, 'cause caps I bust, G

Now again I run a swift move, get you

Smack ya in the face with a hit tune

Thinkin' in the inside, lookin' to the outside

No, these are the days of our lives

Sittin' on the block and ya guzzlin' a forty

Brothers ride by in a Eddie Bauer sports Jeep

Ya crew and you about five deep

Notice there's a brother that you stuck up last week

The windows roll down, you see a head

-Gunshots- 'Nuff said

Didn't abide by the rules and regulations

Now we're put in the danger zone station

So when I point to the skull and crossbones

That means don't sleep on the war zone, homes

No such thing as doin' it after dark, it's night and day

Spray after spray by the way

If ya ain't down, throw ya towel in

In my part of town, beat down just for livin'

So again, I gotta play hardball

L.A. Ken with the quicks gettin' raw

One thing the soaps told the truth is one life to live

As they stalk you, ready to off you

So if ya playin' that sucka nut character amateur

Get outta my face before I damage ya

On the Juggernaut strength, nine-to-five

These are the days of our lives

One-two, one-two, yo, it's the Overlord speakin'

Goin' overboard on Puerto Rican, yeah

Stackin' and packin', ridin' like a hitman

Lookin' for the dog, thinkin' I ain't shit, man?

Blamin' me for somethin' I didn't do

Fuck that shit, 'cause I know the truth

Sittin' on my doorstep, somebody stepped

The small shit went on, the brothers started sprayin'

My Jeep got gatted up because they wasn't man enough

To give me a straight up, so I just got tough

Went and got the big boys to make big noise

With some big toys to destroy

So just check out our stats and you'll find that

To open field attack, ya gotta be all that

But all jokes aside, these are Northside villains

Showin' a method of one type of killin'

That's goin' on and what we witness

With the quickness are just days of our lives