Be On Yo Way Lyrics - Nappy Roots

[Fish Scales] yeah 

[R. Prophit] Awwwww 

[Fish Scales] Wassup 

[R. Prophit] yes'sa 

[Fish Scales] You know dat 

[R. Prophit] Nappy Roots and Game Point 

[Fish Scales] Fish Scales and R. Prophit, 

Game Point, Wassup? 

[Chours - R. Prophit] 

See I don't care what them people say 

And I blow tress and just grind all day 

See I truley know dat my hustles gone pay 

So you best be on yo wayyyy 

[Episode] 

Most times I'm gettin serious, I don't play no games 

You niggas dats curious, you gone feel da flame 

Cause rhymes that I hit cha wit, It'll prolly crack ya frame 

Wether you a city black male, it's all da same 

[Fish Scales] 

I just hit Fern Valley Rd., I got a bag full a cookies 

A white girl drivin dat keeps da stash in her pussy 

Got my cousion back at home, still watchin fo da block 

And dis white girl too, so she ain't stoppin fo da cops 

[Chours 1x] 

[Fish Scales] 

But once again I gots to lay down da law 

(Yo) Cause niggas lookin at me like my hustle gotta fall 

Bitch you ain't never seen a Sunbird on some 18's, lookin so clean 

When I was young I swear to God that was my ultimate dream 

But now I'm 25 and all I want is bubbled eyes 

Come threw wit a big body wit double tires, it's gettin hard 

I know y'all don't wanna hate me, but it's to hard, I'm good folks 

it's simple, like all my niggas get drinks and get smokes and keep dope 

[Episode] 

Outside, niggas with techniques and young preists 

shakin fakin something, life in da beach ain't nuttin sweet 

Concerned with a navigator, illest nigga on beats 

Them scales to alagator, PHD in da street 

G P, Nappy, indeed we in a faith for cash 

We move make, bend rules and law break 

Ain't no escape, impliment ya plan, make it work 

Cause I'ma stack till my old ass is in da dirt 

[Chours 2x] 

[R. Prophit] 

I greet life, hold me tight, been lonley most my life 

Walk past somethin dats dried, crumbled inside 

Tried to be, find somebody believe in dis here 

Most people they fear, black male rap fo real 

I majored dis year, like Damon Waynes on top of his game 

Never leavin da game, it's Prophit boy on top of ya brain 

Fumblin blunts, sometimes stumblin drunk 

Stumblin crunk, come threw rumblin trunks 

Nappy hit pumps, and Game Point lights ya junts 

No time fo stunts, my people been hungry fo months 

You know me dawg, always gotta keep it raw 

Speakin real life shit off dat alchol 

[Chours 2X] 

[Talking] 

It's over now 

Hey what up my nigga? 

They talkin bout us man? 

man fuck these hoes 

Burn it down, fo real 

I ain't in dat shit 

Man, fuck them niggas man 

Always 

Underground fo life 

underground forever 

Lets get these niggas 

Game Point 

Nappy