Yo Nod

What's up B-lo?

Hey man, niggaz tryin' to stir up shit between amongst us

and Chicago man, what you think about this shit?

Ah, between us and the Snypaz?

Man I'm talkin about us and every muh-fuckin body, man

Ah but you know we too tight up in Chicago

We got love worldwide baby don't stop, north, south, east and west

That's right, know what I'm saying, straight up comin to you

Snypaz and Do or Die, Rap-A-Lot mafia

From the Chi, here it go like this



[Verse 1]

I went from zip locks and bakin soda

To smokin herb, cookin 'ola

Never lookin overnight success

Cause I want a Rover

Hold you head up and stick yo chest out

And if you heavy off in this game then get yo vest out

I hit the scence like po-po's

In the four door Chevrolet, we gas

With hats broke off to the left

To show you exactly where you at

I want the scratch that you done say

Remember, bust a cap a lot

For the rooftop Snypaz snap a lot

Puttin down with Rap-A-Lot

You'll die, can't fuck with us

So when you say it, you'll a lie

You'll try and get shut down

From Texas all the way back to Chi



Ain't no success even if you cryin for it

Them niggas alive know it, they dyin for it

Even them niggas that kill, get caught, and strive for it

I strive for it

That's why I sixteen years and a positive

Try to let go of my negative

Only got one life to live

It's fucked up, only had one chance

And now I'm takin it

See niggas fakin it

If a nigga ain't real then his ass ain't makin it



Overnight, I had to do more than hold the mike

Had to control the fight

Had to make sure my dough was right

Had to make sure my boys was tight

Noise and lights, stalkin from the end of my (?) gonna spook ya

Horror type of tactics, you bet the Snypaz (?) knew ya

Stressed out, had me feelin left out

Stuck and I gotta get my self out

But when I was kid then crept out

Fuck all the ones who never helped out

Stepped out with grams and plans to be an overnight achiever

Since (....?....) to non-believers, overnight



[Chorus X 2:]

You can do what you wanna do

But it ain't gonna happen for you

Not overnight

Overnight, overnight, overnight

Overnight, overnight, overnight



[Verse 2]

Livin it up, this ain't no overnight shit

See (?) got a death wish

But Do or Die and Snypaz, represent Chi-Town

Took a life and get lit up quick

Rain niggas got me doin this

Used to be on some sell ass shit

Or mail that bitch back home in a box

And leave no trail of this

Now won't witness this and this is

How's it's gonna fall

All of y'all gonna battle

Leave this life, all shells gon drop tonight

You say that you want a spot

Better they hit like the shit from Rap-A-Lot

So pack that glock or AK stops your clock, my straps get hot

Even though it's hot it ain't hot enough to stop this entourage

Rain, Do or Die, pick a piece Snypaz, one big mob

Better stop that heart

Beuregard this industry from backyards to owin Lexus cars

So flex that shit cause down in Texas, everybody talks

Cause ain't gonna fall, overnight



[Rock Roc]

I got an american dream of gettin out the ghetto

Runnin out they mails

About the loved ones that said they love me, but didn't care

Do Roc scare? With the fuckin niggas who groundin me

It's Roc on the block, 45 glock cocked

Finna pop these niggas and they drop

I'm screamin more and more and more war

Killa for scrilla and more war, more war (more war)

I'm screamin more and more and more war

Killa for scrilla and more war, more war (more war)



A to the muthafuckin K

Runnin through the gateway bustin at the niggas back

Uh, Ooo wee, whip a, nigga, wit his, own gat

Oh snap, you in the business, dump him in the tar

Point blank range, nigga I'm game, do anything

(..?..) , (..?..), hangin out the window

Me and my comrades take a nigga out his shoes

Rule number one, don't get it confused

I'm talkin bout that one three, s-h-o-t

Nine millimeter kill 'em off of me

Make 'em freeze

Kill for my nigga that'll kill for me

Infa, red, lights and bombs leave a bitch, a nigga his arms

Stay alarmed, Vietnam, when I closed caskets

Pimp, lyrical tactics, shit look hectic

When I bomb a bad bitch

1997 niggas, and you can't do it overnight



[Vocal breakdown]