"Quicksand" lyrics
E-40 & Havoc Lyrics
We made it out the quicksand
The cage
Made it out the quicksand
The trap
We made it out the quicksand
The soil
Made it to land, nobody gave us a hand
The slum
We made it out the quicksand
The octagon
Made it out the quicksand
The trenches
We made it out the quicksand
The mud
When we were stuck, nobody gave us a hand
Sleepless nights, trying to avoid the vice
One hand on the scale, the other hand on the mic
They want to see me fail, but I've always put up a fight
Willers in the mail to my love ones shooting them kites
And these smirkish conditions in the trenches, look how we living
Five dollar pizzas, Little Caesars for Thanksgiving
Surrounded by skeezers and them tweakers lead us to prison
The streets is our college, ain't no reason we need tuition
Porch pirates and tiptoe bandits
Using Wi-fi jammers to scramble surveillance cameras
Pockets hurting, they need a bandage
Everybody for they self and they scantless, they'll take advantage
The economy's bad, shady and fierce
They laying people off that's been having they job for years
I get peons in my comments, hating and doing the most
Talking 'bout, nobody don't know that nigga outside of the West Coast
Bitch, damn near 40 years in the game
Imagine me not being known outside of California
You niggas is goofy
Who raised you suck butt ass niggas, man?
I come from nothing
Authentically out the mud like outdoor bud
I pioneered this independent shit
Better do your homework, bitch
We made it out the quicksand
The cage
Made it out the quicksand
The trap
We made it out the quicksand
The soil
Made it to land, nobody gave us a hand
The slum
We made it out the quicksand
The octagon
Made it out the quicksand
The trenches
We made it out the quicksand
The mud
When we were stuck, nobody gave us a hand
Yo
Before I got it out the mud
I had to make it out the quicksand
Now it's million dollar shows, getting all type of love
Everybody wanna VIP wristband
When I was broke, I don't think they was listening
Nothin build character like a risk can
All we had was a dream
Ain't even have a dollar, now you lookin at a motherfuckin' rich man
I was born in the trenches before the at mentions
Battle on the project steps, them rap sessions
Duck behind trees, ain't even have vests
Struggle is the fuel we use, no gas engines
Them never us, no pass or back scratches
When you cut corners that lead to half-stepping
Now I'm getting top from shorty with no hands
All because I made it out the quicksand
Straight up
What they talking about, E?
East and the West connect
We been doing this, man
Mobb Deep till the wheels fall, Prodigy, I got you
Infamous forever, can't let this go, man
Ayo, E, talk to him
We made it out the quicksand
The cage
Made it out the quicksand
The trap
We made it out the quicksand
The soil
Made it to land, Nobody gave us a hand
The slum
We made it out the quicksand
The octagon
Made it out the quicksand
The trenches
We made it out the quicksand
The mud
When we were stuck, nobody gave us a hand
The cage
Made it out the quicksand
The trap
We made it out the quicksand
The soil
Made it to land, nobody gave us a hand
The slum
We made it out the quicksand
The octagon
Made it out the quicksand
The trenches
We made it out the quicksand
The mud
When we were stuck, nobody gave us a hand
Sleepless nights, trying to avoid the vice
One hand on the scale, the other hand on the mic
They want to see me fail, but I've always put up a fight
Willers in the mail to my love ones shooting them kites
And these smirkish conditions in the trenches, look how we living
Five dollar pizzas, Little Caesars for Thanksgiving
Surrounded by skeezers and them tweakers lead us to prison
The streets is our college, ain't no reason we need tuition
Porch pirates and tiptoe bandits
Using Wi-fi jammers to scramble surveillance cameras
Pockets hurting, they need a bandage
Everybody for they self and they scantless, they'll take advantage
The economy's bad, shady and fierce
They laying people off that's been having they job for years
I get peons in my comments, hating and doing the most
Talking 'bout, nobody don't know that nigga outside of the West Coast
Bitch, damn near 40 years in the game
Imagine me not being known outside of California
You niggas is goofy
Who raised you suck butt ass niggas, man?
I come from nothing
Authentically out the mud like outdoor bud
I pioneered this independent shit
Better do your homework, bitch
We made it out the quicksand
The cage
Made it out the quicksand
The trap
We made it out the quicksand
The soil
Made it to land, nobody gave us a hand
The slum
We made it out the quicksand
The octagon
Made it out the quicksand
The trenches
We made it out the quicksand
The mud
When we were stuck, nobody gave us a hand
Yo
Before I got it out the mud
I had to make it out the quicksand
Now it's million dollar shows, getting all type of love
Everybody wanna VIP wristband
When I was broke, I don't think they was listening
Nothin build character like a risk can
All we had was a dream
Ain't even have a dollar, now you lookin at a motherfuckin' rich man
I was born in the trenches before the at mentions
Battle on the project steps, them rap sessions
Duck behind trees, ain't even have vests
Struggle is the fuel we use, no gas engines
Them never us, no pass or back scratches
When you cut corners that lead to half-stepping
Now I'm getting top from shorty with no hands
All because I made it out the quicksand
Straight up
What they talking about, E?
East and the West connect
We been doing this, man
Mobb Deep till the wheels fall, Prodigy, I got you
Infamous forever, can't let this go, man
Ayo, E, talk to him
We made it out the quicksand
The cage
Made it out the quicksand
The trap
We made it out the quicksand
The soil
Made it to land, Nobody gave us a hand
The slum
We made it out the quicksand
The octagon
Made it out the quicksand
The trenches
We made it out the quicksand
The mud
When we were stuck, nobody gave us a hand
