Skitzin'
Skitzin', had the last straw
In a constant battle with the law
The people vs. the system - it's a war
I think it's time to check up on the score
Skitzin', had the last straw
In a constant battle with the law
The people vs. the system - it's a war
I think it's time to check up on the score
Knows his way around the streets, been doing this shit since a youngin
When it comes to consequences, he ain't thinkin' saying fuck 'em
Tryna scramble up 2 bucks to go to 7/11
And fill the acid burning hunger pains with a chocolate chip muffin
Can't remember the last time mama turned on the oven
Tonight's dinner is the same as last night's dinner - nothing
So don't be quick to judge and don't be asking why he thuggin
Why he out running a muck and why you still pushing his buttons
Skitzin', had the last straw
In a constant battle with the law
The people vs. the system - it's a war
I think it's time to check up on the score
Skitzin', had the last straw
In a constant battle with the law
The people vs. the system - it's a war
I think it's time to check up on the score
Coming from the slums, no fresh clothes
No food in the house to get fed
Being forced to choose between staying in school
Or going out to work and earn bread
Docs get called, try to intervene
But the case so fucked they turn their head
Cops turn a blind eye, hoping like the rest
You make a wrong move and wind up dead
Ha
The coppas know your name
But they do not know your game
When they wanna chitty chat, cunt
You've got nothing to say
They try get you convicted
Cuz, that's when you've gotta skitz it
And they back the fuck up
And just label you insane
But every little move, every motion
They be watching
Try and double up the numbers
In the grounds that you be stomping
The system pointing fingers
Well the system is the problem
A hustler only hustles
'Cause he has no other option
Skitzin', had the last straw
In a constant battle with the law
The people vs. the system - it's a war
I think it's time to check up on the score
Skitzin', had the last straw
In a constant battle with the law
The people vs. the system - it's a war
I think it's time to check up on the score
He's a tough motherfucker
Call your bluff, motherfucker
Got ya stuff, motherfucker
Show ya bucks, motherfucker
Speak up, motherfucker
Street smart motherfucker
Keep up or are you
A retard motherfucker
There's plenty in the game
Very little with intelligence
The truth ain't shit
If there isn't any evidence
He comes with a motif
And treats it with the reverence
Try get in his way
And you be copping malevolence
How the fuck's a man turn himself into a man
When he never had a dad to be a role model
And mumma talk shit, say she ain't got a problem
Tuesday night and she just downed a whole bottle
The kid got up on his shit, he was quick to flip the script
Used to do it for himself, now it's for his wife and kids
There's always gonna be cunts who don't want you to succeed
Stick ya finger up at them and call em fucken pigs
In a constant battle with the law
The people vs. the system - it's a war
I think it's time to check up on the score
Skitzin', had the last straw
In a constant battle with the law
The people vs. the system - it's a war
I think it's time to check up on the score
Knows his way around the streets, been doing this shit since a youngin
When it comes to consequences, he ain't thinkin' saying fuck 'em
Tryna scramble up 2 bucks to go to 7/11
And fill the acid burning hunger pains with a chocolate chip muffin
Can't remember the last time mama turned on the oven
Tonight's dinner is the same as last night's dinner - nothing
So don't be quick to judge and don't be asking why he thuggin
Why he out running a muck and why you still pushing his buttons
Skitzin', had the last straw
In a constant battle with the law
The people vs. the system - it's a war
I think it's time to check up on the score
Skitzin', had the last straw
In a constant battle with the law
The people vs. the system - it's a war
I think it's time to check up on the score
Coming from the slums, no fresh clothes
No food in the house to get fed
Being forced to choose between staying in school
Or going out to work and earn bread
Docs get called, try to intervene
But the case so fucked they turn their head
Cops turn a blind eye, hoping like the rest
You make a wrong move and wind up dead
Ha
The coppas know your name
But they do not know your game
When they wanna chitty chat, cunt
You've got nothing to say
They try get you convicted
Cuz, that's when you've gotta skitz it
And they back the fuck up
And just label you insane
But every little move, every motion
They be watching
Try and double up the numbers
In the grounds that you be stomping
The system pointing fingers
Well the system is the problem
A hustler only hustles
'Cause he has no other option
Skitzin', had the last straw
In a constant battle with the law
The people vs. the system - it's a war
I think it's time to check up on the score
Skitzin', had the last straw
In a constant battle with the law
The people vs. the system - it's a war
I think it's time to check up on the score
He's a tough motherfucker
Call your bluff, motherfucker
Got ya stuff, motherfucker
Show ya bucks, motherfucker
Speak up, motherfucker
Street smart motherfucker
Keep up or are you
A retard motherfucker
There's plenty in the game
Very little with intelligence
The truth ain't shit
If there isn't any evidence
He comes with a motif
And treats it with the reverence
Try get in his way
And you be copping malevolence
How the fuck's a man turn himself into a man
When he never had a dad to be a role model
And mumma talk shit, say she ain't got a problem
Tuesday night and she just downed a whole bottle
The kid got up on his shit, he was quick to flip the script
Used to do it for himself, now it's for his wife and kids
There's always gonna be cunts who don't want you to succeed
Stick ya finger up at them and call em fucken pigs
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