Quasi O.g. Lyrics - Godfather Buried Alive - Shyne

No no no more troubles No more troubles 

We ain't the problem nigga 

We don't need no more trouble, no more trouble 

I ain't the problem 

Solve me, if I am ever solved motherfuckers 

Solve the shit 

I insist I ain't goin' nowhere 

I hear ya'all motherfuckers talking complainin 

It's too this It's too dogg It's too valid yea yea 

See what the fuck happens when the CIA conspired? 

Distribute crack in my environment, the roosters crow 

Man, black people don't own no ports or boats 

So tell me how the fuck we gettin' all this coke? 

Offa knowledge I choke 

Spitting up truths hopin' 

The young youth a soldier hear me dearly 

GW Bush fear me 

They know I know, they want to sweep us under rugs 

Hopin' we just keep killin', shootin' each other with slugs 

Look up above and pray to god he protect me 

From these cold jurors and the heartless judge 

Imagine, grow'n up and never have'n; 

Faggot ass pops actin like you never happened 

Fucked up! 

Watching the tears stream down yo mammas cheek 

She helpless in the kitchen looking for eats 

Peace! 

Yea nigga, I'm here what the fuck y'all gonna do about it? huh? 

Do somethin' about me 

Call my source, ya hear me? feel me? 

Stop talkin' bout stop talkin' bout how fucked up I am 

Get me right, save me nigga, huh? 

I'm a snort away from an overdose 

A couple a drug deals from death and too far from hope 

I never asked to be here In this maze to an early grave 

Jail cells, guns fights and crack sales 

Trying to post bond on this oversized bail 

Hopin' my vest don't give as the bullets come in hail pop pop 

How dare ya'all point the finger at me 

'cause I'm a straight g ain't that what it's supposed to be? 

Shit I'm just following the tradition of ?Joe Kenny? 

Bootlegging ties with the mob n shit 

Capitalism money and power 

Catch me in the trump tower with a honey and powder 

I feel the shadows death is comin' to an end 

My lifes slippin from me, y'all niggas is funny 

Tell me shyne po, he can't get that money 

Fuck! Am I supposed to do, nigga starve and go hungry? 

Right! 

I'm here We here Ain't goin' nowhere 

Problems is startin' to happen 

And we was at fault? 

Nigga this shit has been goin' on nigga 

300 years motherfuckers 

Shh, 

Close ya eyes,listen hear my heart beatin'? 

Po's racing, I can't take it 

The futures too dark and hopeless for me to face it 

Only god knows if I make it 

Walking through the depths of hell 

It's hard for me to smile 

When I'm innocent and still, I'm facing trial 

God! Save me 

Secret societies manipulating the dumb def and blind 

And yet they want to blame it on shyne 

Like I'm responsible for the countries murder rate 

Responsible for babies born high off base 

This shits is bigger than me, I told y'all I'm just a pawn 

So is Boy George sippin' Nick Bawns 

I hope my babies havin' babies pushin' rhymes 

It's a brighter day if you just let it beyond 

To my moms I'm sorry for the pain I've caused 

Your baby boys dying of a broken heart 

Got ties to my own blood walking to the eternal fire 

Crack money in the dryer