Album

Correctly Done (feat. Thurz)


…paper cuts…
Bambu
Producer: Digital Martyrs
2010

Verse 1:

There ain’t a single doubt about it

Peace to public housing

And fuck you to the pigs that used to drive up in and out it

Pounding at Los Angeles pavement made me 'noyed and

Living in the flats, it’s Gangland, you can’t avoid it

But I had been appointed as the one that got away

And I embrace the gang camaraderie, but volley for a change

And yeah, my raps is all the same

I speak on things we can attain

And I repeat myself again and again

Y’all still playing

Y’all taking our lessons and the histories I mention

And you still act like the savages on television

We’re portrayed a certain way

You see it’s hard for me to blame television

When these children really act the same way

Come on, I challenge my brothers, gangbangers and drug runners

Organize muhfucker don’t let that hood take you under

They want you in that cycle

He’s a brother not a rival

And they want you in that prison

Keep you in there for a while

 

Hook:

That’s how it’s done, yeah!

That’s how it’s done, yeah!

That’s how it’s done, yeah!

Pay attention, I can show you how it’s done, yeah!

That’s how it’s done, yeah!

That’s how it’s done, yeah!

Pay attention, I can show you how it’s done, yeah!

That’s how it’s done, yeah!

That’s how it’s done, yeah!

Pay attention, I can show you how it’s done, yeah!

That’s how it’s done, yeah!

That’s how it’s done, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, y-y-yeah!

 

 

Verse 2:

I chose to shoot ball and rhyme

Other affiliates chose to penny nickel and dime

I had to quarterback and play wide receiver

Breaking tackles, hit the end zone, I’m in the league of

My own, I ran for glory double knots up in my sneaker

No trippin', on bases like I’m Cripping, or Blooded

It’s nothing, for cops to pull burners

With questions, “Where’s the weapon, where’s the weed?”

Harassin’ like that Boyz in the Hood, Crenshaw scene

But you attract what you invoke, how you surround yourself

Chose the narrow path, show how to do for self

See, you can hang in a tree full of monkeys

Or fly looking down on these wannabe cool-ass junkies

Fuck being cool nigga, cool don’t pay the bills

And 90 percent of these cool niggas, just ain’t real

And that’s how the fuck I feel

I show you how it’s done, correctly

 

Repeat hook



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