Have and Have Nots - La the Darkman

Woke up early afternoon, just after two

It’s Saturday contemplating what I’m gon' do

Had a long night last night leaving the studio

Headed to the kitchen and make me some cereal

Fruity Pebbles or Fruit Loops, that’s how I do

Sit down at the table, read my two-way through

Twelve unread messages, damn I was buggin'

Last night I didn’t feel it vibrating or nothing

Up in Speed Henny’d out, I don’t fuck with Grey Goose

Give white liquor to bitches, it make 'em loose

Left out with two dames, my lab, got brains

Blindfolded them on the way, they’ll never know they way

To my hideout, it’s like a cave, come there, you be amazed

So many left and right turns, you’ll think you in a maze

LaSon, Bruce Wayne, Darkman, Batman

With gadgets like guns and shit, tons of clips

Butterfly knives and box cutters all within my grip

Been stabbin' niggas and shit, better check my rap sheet

Matter fact, all them punk ass cases, I’ve beat

By threatenin' the witness, or hittin' them off with digits

Talkin' with they mothers, or puttin' pressure on brothers

I’m the purest, some cases didn’t have to pick the jurors

It didn’t go that far, good lawyers know the law

Threw out on the preliminaries, yeah, I’ve been there

It’s the Dark, L-A-S-O-N, polly with the best of men

Generals and kings, Brooklyn to Queens

The Bronx back to Harlem, I know niggas is starvin'

Staten Island they wildin', those my brothers, beg 'em pardon

In this life, we hustle for all we got

There’s two sides of the system, have and have nots

Some get dough, some get robbed and shot

For all your tribulations, I recommends a lot

Staying to win, thorough from beginning to the end

Everybody that I shake hands with ain’t my friends

Just associates, let them get close as they suppose to get

Close enough to see that rifle, I’ma scope them with

Close enough to see that knife, I’ma poke 'em with

Not that friendly, don’t laugh at all the jokes and shit

Dead serious, most times furious

Like a nigga on a bitch, if she miss the period

This shit is chess, not checkers, the IRS gon' check us

The DEA gon' check us, the ATF gon' check us

If the FBI don’t check us first, murders make it worse

It’s ill seein' your right hand, ride off in a hearse

But without bloodshed, there’ll be no peace

I read that in the Qur’an, Surah number three

Only the strong survive, the weak shall perish

Got that out of the Bible, so many didn’t hear it

The stories, how Moses and Jesus, struggled to feed us

Abraham and Mohamed, all the above were prophets

Do you history, you’ll find out, life ain’t a mystery

There’s always been conflicts, with crews and cliques

Like back in the ocean, if you ran into pirates

They’ll blast they cannons and rob your whole ship

For your jewels, your food, all your values

Predators eat prey, the same goin' today

In this life, we hustle for all we got

There’s two sides of the system, have and have nots

Some get dough, some get robbed and shot

For all your tribulations, I recommends a lot