"GREENER KNOTS" lyrics
(Hit-Boy)
Okay, I seen a lot
Runnin' in and out of granny house
Uncle bummin' on the couch, first time I seen a rock
Hit it right there in the chair, watchin' WWF, first time he seen The Rock
Had my grandma pissed, went to school all white, K-Swiss
Told 'em, "Change that shit, put it on Rap City Basement"
Jammin' Styles P and Jadakiss
First time I seen The LOX
Started gettin' high, homicides, drive-by
XDs, lemon squeeze, red beams, and Glocks
Seen a nigga die, shot him right in the eye
Put a nigga in the sky, made his breathing stop
Spin the block for the chop, ain't even stop
Can't ring your shots
That's the very first day that I ever seen me an opp
Okay, I seen a lot
Came from the slums, had to get it out the mud, no love
To me, that means a lot
Glock for my guns, hear the cops, better run
Head to the sun clouds 'cause I still dream a lot
Never had nothin', tryna run the money up
Leave it all for my son, them greener knots
Don't know about you but to me, that means a lot
Okay, like cash rule everything around me
Believe none of what you hear and half what you see
Go to school, get degrees, and make the league
But the dream not for me so it's make believe
It's all in your head like Maybelline
You know a lotta niggas dead, yellow tape the scene
They'll tell you it's a figment due to the color of your pigment
Droppin' off loads on the road to the riches
On the way to make it out the trenches
Fuck a red shirt, I'm in a courtroom sittin' on benches
Prayin' for a deal meanwhile drug dealin'
Judge got a grudge, set your bond at a million
Can't snitch, can't switch, nah, nigga, no squealin'
Grown men business, you gotta be kiddin'
You was just shooting Glocks at the opps
Went to court and you turned to the cops
Southwest murder block, I done seen 'em a lot
In these Alief streets
Big Crippin' with the with the Locs, Trigger Maxo C
Pop trunk with the punk, get to dumpin'
Nickname Punken but ain't no punk in me
Got the infrared beam on the Glock
Hittin' licks, servin' fiends on the block
Done things to my opps
Murder scene, had them releasing the cops
Hidin' rocks, put the cheese in my socks
Okay, I seen a lot
Came from the slums, had to get it out the mud, no love
To me, that means a lot
Glock for my guns, hear the cops, better run
Head to the sun clouds 'cause I still dream a lot
Never had nothin', tryna run the money up
Leave it all for my son, them greener knots
Don't know about you but to me, that means a lot
Okay, I seen a lot
Came from the slums, had to get it out the mud, no love
To me, that means a lot
Glock for my guns, hear the cops, better run
Head to the sun clouds 'cause I still dream a lot
Never had nothin', tryna run the money up
Leave it all for my son, them greener knots
Don't know about you but to me, that means a lot
Okay, I seen a lot
Runnin' in and out of granny house
Uncle bummin' on the couch, first time I seen a rock
Hit it right there in the chair, watchin' WWF, first time he seen The Rock
Had my grandma pissed, went to school all white, K-Swiss
Told 'em, "Change that shit, put it on Rap City Basement"
Jammin' Styles P and Jadakiss
First time I seen The LOX
Started gettin' high, homicides, drive-by
XDs, lemon squeeze, red beams, and Glocks
Seen a nigga die, shot him right in the eye
Put a nigga in the sky, made his breathing stop
Spin the block for the chop, ain't even stop
Can't ring your shots
That's the very first day that I ever seen me an opp
Okay, I seen a lot
Came from the slums, had to get it out the mud, no love
To me, that means a lot
Glock for my guns, hear the cops, better run
Head to the sun clouds 'cause I still dream a lot
Never had nothin', tryna run the money up
Leave it all for my son, them greener knots
Don't know about you but to me, that means a lot
Okay, like cash rule everything around me
Believe none of what you hear and half what you see
Go to school, get degrees, and make the league
But the dream not for me so it's make believe
It's all in your head like Maybelline
You know a lotta niggas dead, yellow tape the scene
They'll tell you it's a figment due to the color of your pigment
Droppin' off loads on the road to the riches
On the way to make it out the trenches
Fuck a red shirt, I'm in a courtroom sittin' on benches
Prayin' for a deal meanwhile drug dealin'
Judge got a grudge, set your bond at a million
Can't snitch, can't switch, nah, nigga, no squealin'
Grown men business, you gotta be kiddin'
You was just shooting Glocks at the opps
Went to court and you turned to the cops
Southwest murder block, I done seen 'em a lot
In these Alief streets
Big Crippin' with the with the Locs, Trigger Maxo C
Pop trunk with the punk, get to dumpin'
Nickname Punken but ain't no punk in me
Got the infrared beam on the Glock
Hittin' licks, servin' fiends on the block
Done things to my opps
Murder scene, had them releasing the cops
Hidin' rocks, put the cheese in my socks
Okay, I seen a lot
Came from the slums, had to get it out the mud, no love
To me, that means a lot
Glock for my guns, hear the cops, better run
Head to the sun clouds 'cause I still dream a lot
Never had nothin', tryna run the money up
Leave it all for my son, them greener knots
Don't know about you but to me, that means a lot
Okay, I seen a lot
Came from the slums, had to get it out the mud, no love
To me, that means a lot
Glock for my guns, hear the cops, better run
Head to the sun clouds 'cause I still dream a lot
Never had nothin', tryna run the money up
Leave it all for my son, them greener knots
Don't know about you but to me, that means a lot
Writer(s): Chauncey A. Hollis, Justin Johnson, Emekwanem Biosah Jr., David Ashworth Gates
