Water

South Philly,

North Side

Oakland, Texas

Georgia, Black

People Yo,

Worldwide,

Sup my niggas

You know what

I'm saying

Dumb and blind... [Verse One: Black Thought]

They say a record ain't nothing if it's not touching

Gripping, draw you in closer make you want to listen to it

And if you real ill at making music

Then lesson'll feel like you livin' through it

That's how my niggas do it

I met Slacks back in like '91 rapping

We went to

Millersville to get away from gun clappin'

It ain't last

I be in class dreaming 'bout 50,000 fans up in the stands screaming out

Encore, yo

I'm headed back to

Philly niggas you rollin' with me?

I'm trying to get busy

We walk dogs that was off the chain

Lot of times at the show people hardly came

I just took it in stride as part of the game

But inside people down with me started to change

It was a couple things

Lil' ??, lil' pills

Instead of driving out on the road you rather chill

I know the way the pleasure feel

I'm not judging

But still

I'm on a mission, yo

I'm not buggin'

I got fam that won't stop druggin'

They can't sleep

They can't stick to one subject, they can't eat

Is people steady comin' at me out in the streets

Like Riq yo wat up with your peeps it gets deep nigga [Chorus]

Yo, you need to walk straight, master your high

Son you missin' out on was passing you by

I done seen the streets suck a lot of cats dry

But not you and

I my niggas

We got to get

Come on, over over the water

Come on, over over the water

Water, Water... [Verse Two: Black Thought]

Yo, we done made too many meals

A couple of deals

We done share clothes and wills

Killed mics and reels

We done rock

Shows abroad, and slept on floors

Trying to figga what the **** we gettin' slept on for

Oh why we walking with the rep up for

Waited by the cavity law

You know it if you came up poor my nigga

Picture a bus up north

You know we made of everything outlaws are made of

I'm far from a hater

And I don't say

I love you 'cause the way

I feel is greater

In Illa you a poet son

You a ball creator

And this will probably dawn on you later

Is in you nature, letters all up in the wall like they made of paper

You got to find out where you talent take you

You might **** around, finally make it

And that's real but yo [Chorus] [Verse Three: Black Thought]

Yo, I want you all to understand

I come from

South Philly

And when I walk the street is like a pharmacy

They got all type of shit

Anybody could get

It goes from

H to Ex To lucy ciggarette

For my ghetto legend

Known from

Lil' shyst running

Cop codeine by the courts and keep comin'

Dummy, just embracing the shit like it's a woman

You burnin' both sides of the rope and keep pullin'

Tuggin', in between

Islam and straight tuggin'

Laying everyday around the way and doin' nothin'

See'em looking shaking their head and start shruggin'

If they don't have a man like mine, they got a cousin

Hey yo you better be a true friend to 'em

Before the shit put an end to 'em

Or give a pen to 'em

Or lock'em up in the studio with a mic '

Cause on the real it might save his life

Keep tellin'em [Chorus x2]