Rainy Dayz (feat. Ghostface Killah & Blue Raspberry)

Lyrics for Rainy Dayz (feat. Ghostface Killah & Blue Raspberry)

It's a mystery inside Of how I'm gonna get mine I'm thinkin' 'bout so many ways Of how to conquer these rainy days You sang beautifully just now I sing for him, and he isn't here "It's goin' down, man, word, man" "What's up, black?" "Niggas just fuckin' robbed my gate, man" "Word?" (It's rainin') "I'ma fuckin'-, yo, I'ma murder somebody man For real I ain't playin'" "Whatever, man, whatever" (he's changin') (My man is goin' insane, insane) The war is on Yo On rainy days I sit back and count ways on How to get rich, son, show and prove, ask my bitch Stood up late nights, build with my a-alikes We can pull a heist, snatch ice, or rock mics But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch How it goes the only pesos made from scratch But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy Heavy on the wrist, Polo mocs, socks and rugbies Old flicks remind me of Gucci's Back in Union Square when little Maxmil, blast Pierre That was Build Build, fast forward, '94 Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more Bless me out of state, howdy Jake, Starks is back Niggas want work, nine brought back off a G-pack Coke rocks flood the co-ops, live in gossip Them big lip niggas singin' to cops need to box it Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks The fiends geeked, new faces get wrapped in sheets I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese line Sippin' on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined (Rainy days) divine Waitin' on these royalties takes too long It's like waitin' on babies, it makes me wanna slay thee But that's ungodly, so, yo, God, pardon me I need it real quick, the dough flow like penmanship Meat heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit So now talk shit, nigga, what? It's rainin', he's changin' My man is goin' insane, insane It's rainin' (past sunlight, more gunfight) (Look out, baby girl, word up) What brings rain, hail, snow, and earthquakes? The beat breaks, cause all my niggas to break, son Styles is similar to criminals locked up With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up I live once, though the mind stays infinite Travelin' to touch nine planets, in my midst While I carry, to earn a decent salary Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and max And real cats gon' watch my back But listen to the Wu son, and maintain It's all real, starvin' individuals kill I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone Projects, infested with rats, cats, and crack homes Half of us'll try to make it The other half'll try to take it So many fake half real freedom-build Born to science, my alliance analyzes Wild surprises, keepin' my eyes wide to this The unfortunate, layin' in mountains Countin' with jewelry on Can it be the next team house to haunt? Chill, dun, just for real ones, light the lye up I hate to have to tie the next guy up Pay attention to 1010 WINS, Wu blends Now I'm steerin' you to truth, buckle up Now who's a legend? It's rainin', he's changin' (word up, dun) It's rainin' (peace to Philly, VA, these days, word up y'all) My man is goin' insane (he's-) My man is goin' insane, insane (Word up the sun, moon and stars, fly cars, word up y'all) No sunlight, more gun fights I've lost him to the street life (I've lost him to the street life) Street life No cash flow, no more dough He's someone I don't even know, someone I don't know Rainy Days Gettin' through those rainy days Gettin' through those rainy days Gettin' through those rainy days Gettin' through those rainy days I lost him to the street life The street life, oh-whoa-whoa