Uncle Rahiem(Clean Album Version) - Consequence

Uncle Rahiem (Explicit Album Version) - Consequence
What the f**k y'all niggaz supposed to be family man
Niggaz out here fightin' in the street and shit man
After ten long years guess who comin' home
Uncle Rahiem who got busted with the chrome
But this sorta uncle's like
Rich Porter's uncle
So he be in my shoebox
And messin' with my hustle
This nigga keep playin' around
We gon' have to tussle
'Cause this ain't back in the days
When he had all the muscle
And used to be on Hollis with
Joey Simmons and Russel
So I'm here to clap my things
And figure out this puzzle
'Cause what'll make this nigga
Think he could come to my momma house
If he wasn't family I'd probably pull
The llama out
But I'm a go the karma route
Ever go to the karma route
Well you know nigga be buckin'
With the armor out
But this nigga be on the couch
And watchin' my pockets hard
Peekin' through the blinds
When I pull up and park the car
And read between the lines
When I push up to talk to broads
Startin' real live we gon' definitely wind up at odds
'Cause if I see another shirt offa my wardrobe
I'm a turn this lil' happy home to a war zone
And if I find another piece missin' from my package
He'd better grab his piece
'Cause this time we goin' at it
'Cause this nigga right here must
Got it out for me uhh
This nigga right here must
Got it out for me
'Cause I solemnly swear
That we about to see
'Cause this nigga right here must
Got it out for me
I told that motherf**ker grip up grip up
Nigga grip up grip up
And I'll be waitin' right here when you slip up
'Cause this nigga right here
Must got it out for me
This nigga right here must
Got it out for me
'Cause I solemnly swear that we about to see
'Cause this nigga right here must got it out for me
I told that motherf**ker grip up
Grip up nigga grip up grip up
And I'll be waitin' right here when you slip up
Uhh 'cause after six long months
Guess who's unem-ployed
Uncle Rahiem 'cause he been runnin' with his boy
And now he got a girlfriend
This fiend named Joy
I guess he bad smokin'
But I'm tryin' to keep my poise
But if my momma tell me some
Missing from her jewelry box
I'm a probably be trapped
By my peers in a jewelry box
I try to love him my heart
And disregard my brain
But ever since he moved in
The crib's been off the chain'
I don't need no one to blame
'Cause the facts are the facts
Since the word got back to me
Just as fast as a fax
'Cause I got cash in the jack
Asking me what I'm doin'
How you gon' work this hard
And let your hustle get ruined
And I had to admit
That that's a point well taken
Here's the world of price
I'm payin' for the L that I'm takin'
'Cause the trouble he done caused done
Got my connects and them stallin'
'Cause now I got the hottest crib in all of
So when I see 10-4 my body parts I'll
'Cause I'm scared to death
They might give me the mob grill
'Cause ever since he gave out
Our number like Mike Jones
Them di-rects be comin'
At me harder than Spike Jones
So I hope his parole officer ask where he live
So I could say no officer this not where we live
And I seen ain't the nigga
And don't know what he did
And he'll get by later 'til he through with his bid
I know it sounds cold like the wind below freezing
You might not understand but I got my own reasons
'Cause once we at odds that I could only get even
But maybe my foolish
Pride is why we in the precinct
'Cause this nigga right here
Must got it out for me
This nigga right here must
Got it out for me
'Cause I solemnly swear that we about to see
'Cause this nigga right here must got it out for me
I told that motherf**ker grip up
Grip up nigga grip up grip up
And I'll be waitin' right here when you slip up
'Cause this nigga right here
Must got it out for me
This nigga right here must
Got it out for me
'Cause I solemnly swear that we about to see
'Cause this nigga right here must got it out for me
I told that motherf**ker grip up
Grip up nigga grip up grip up
And I'll be waitin' right here when you slip up
Word to my mother
I'm a f**k you up when we get out of here
Nigga you ain't doin' shit pussy
Aight watch son soon as I post bail
Nigga I'm a come holla at you
Nigga you ain't doin' nothin'
You f**kin' crackhead-ass nigga
F**kin' my shit up
Yo son word to my mother man
Call me a crackhead again and we got a
F**kin' problem nigga
I changed your motherf**kin' diapers punk
'Cause this nigga right here
Must got it out for me
This nigga right here must
Got it out for me
'Cause I solemnly swear that we about to see
'Cause this nigga right here must got it out for me
I told that motherf**ker grip up
Grip up nigga grip up grip up
And I'll be waitin' right here when you slip up
'Cause this nigga right here
Must got it out for me
This nigga right here must
Got it out for me
'Cause I solemnly swear that we about to see
'Cause this nigga right here must got it out for me
I told that motherf**ker grip up
Grip up nigga grip up grip up
And I'll be waitin' right here when you slip up