Y’a pas qu’nos santés qu’on détériore, barrior comme y’a pas ailleurs
On fait trembler Paris comme Capone
Et les gambinos l’on fait à Chicago et New York
À coup d’sulfate et on file à l’anglaise,
Chez nous crèche les meilleurs pilotes,
10 minutes chrono pour les plus précoces
Pour faire l’amour ou foutre sa vie en l’air
En tapant un rail ou à faire l’con sur les railles à la gare
Pour s’retrouver d’vant la barre,
Jusqu’a stopper par une brigade qui s’envergonne defouraille
10 minutes chrono pour s’retrouver au bout du rouleau ou dans l’bon filon,
R’filer des stocks bourrer d’kilos ou vider l’coffre d’une banque au culot
Pour prendre un billet d’avion et filer loin
Comme Nicolas Hullot pour des rouleaux d’euros
On n’est pas frilleux on a le prix nobel des rebelles
On est des filloux des foullets
10 minutes chrono pour émerger au reveil
Une fraction d’secondes pour t’manger un pruneau ou faire un tonneau
Refrain
Ca sent mauvais quand t’entends les corbeaux
Tout peut basculler d’une minute à l’autre 10 minutes chrono
On a les crocs nous on est comme devant un porno
ou d’vant un coffre qui pèse trop lourd
Chut pas un mot si on coince si on pince on est pas ronds
Ca peut basculer d’une minute à l’autre 10 minutes chrono hhah
On a les crocs nous on est comme d’vant un porno
ou d’vant un coffre qui pèse trop lourd
10 minutes chrono pour prendre ta douche en cage,
Pour faire ton pactage ou après un gros coup
Pour faire le partage pour rafler le pactole
Toutes les 10 minutes passe une patrouille
Dans ma banlieue y’a pas d’puits de pétrole
Pour duper les caméras de surveillance
Y’a plus grand chose qui nous épate, on a un mental en métal
10 minutes chrono pour tout perdre aux cartes
Savourer un joint du Népal ou à la bourse pour couler tes finances
10 secondes pour qu’un videur t’recalle en boîte et t’déboîte
Faut pousser la bête, la navette, enfiler la veste à capuche
10 minutes chrono pour toucher un crapus en visant le foie,
Plus 1 fois 10 minutes pour creuser un trou à la pelle dans un bois
S’qu’on à a faire on l’repousse jamais à redois
Escalade sur les toits on parle p’t'être de toi
10 minutes chrono pour qu’ma clique soit aux abois
Pour beaucoup moins qu’ça on t’fume si tu laisses une ardoise derrière toi
Refrain
Des fois y a un flic, y a ton coeur qui palpite
Essaye de semer les flics sur les voies rapides c’est le temps qu’il te faut
Pour accoler une racli, pour vider une bombe lacrymonège à un CRS
Pour une petite gaterie, pour manger un mafé, charger les batteries
On a les crocs de la cons’ et on boit le sky en Paris à Vitry
On est pas kho, on veut vite grimper
On est conscient qu’on peut y rester ou regretter
En 10 minutes chrono pour que l’juge t’acquitte ou te mettre perpète
Pour qu’une bande te taquine ou te rackete
Pour couper une plaquette
4 secondes chrono, hé poucave pour connaitre ta tête
Pour prendre la poudre d’escampète pour régler une transac
Trimballer un gros sac pour le compte d’un gros sac sans pitié
10 minutes chrono pour quitter le pays, le quartier
Juste 10 minutes pour pas se faire allumer
Pour pouvoir partir en entier ou faire cracher le banquier
Refrain (x2)
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Everyday
Yah
Oh Oh, Everyday
This is the real right here
Things aint always what they seem
Check it
People look at us
And say man they got it made
They signed a record deal
And now them boys is paid
But they don’t know what comes along with it
With all the fame and the fortune there’s still bull
Cause even though we struggled hard
And gave up everything just to make it this far
Some people love us, and
Other people hate us
But we gonna take the haters
Make them our motivators
Cause they don’t
Know what we’ve been through
And none of them could ever
Walk a mile in our shoes
And I got to keep it real
Every record deal aint a good record deal
But I’m a grown man so I didn’t cry about it
Kept my head up, stayed strong
Until I got up out that contract
And I reminisce on what my lawyer use to say
But I wanted it so bad
I guess I had to learn the hard way
Everyday
Yah
[Chorus]
Everyday
The pressures of this game got us goin insane
If it aint one damn thing it’s another thing
Everyday
The pressures of this game got us goin insane
If it aint one damn thing its another thing
People wanna know
What’s goin on with one twelve
If they leave, if they leave
Are their records gonna sell
They say that he gave us the hits
Knowin damn well that we write our own sh
It’s not that I’m mad about it
But I gotta clear it up
for those wonderin about it
I think you need to read the credits
Open up the cd dog and read the credits
Cause things aint always what they seem
So don’t believe everything you see on t.v.
In the videos, I was in a Bentley
And that Bentley in it, belonged, to me
My earrings had to be at least 5 karrots
I had to live up to that superstar status
Stayed on the road
Had to stay doin shows
Even though I’m goin broke
I couldn’t let nobody know
[Chorus]
People look at us and say
How does it feel
On a new label
With a multi million dollar deal
I’m just glad we stayed together
We put our faith in the lord
And he made things better
Cause he said it in his word
That one day your gonna get
What ya’ll deserve
Wow
Now aren’t ya glad we stayed together
Through the good and the bad times
We stayed together
Through the rich and the broke times
Through stormy weather
And hey
Now we look back like
Don’t you remember
When you couldn’t afford that boy
Hey
Sunroof top
Chillin by sea
With a down south female
Like hey
How ya love that
24 inch rims
Big body Cadillac
And hey
We do it like that
[Chorus]
Oh, ninety six to two thousand three
112 still keepin together
True friends all around the world
Our music gonna last forever
From ninety six to two thousand three
112 still keepin together
All we need is true friends all around the world
Our music gonna last forever
From ninety six to two thousand three
112 still keepin together
All we need is true friends all around the world
Our music gonna last forever
From ninety six to two thousand three
112 still keepin together
All we need is true friends all around the world
Our music gonna last forever
From ninety six to two thousand three
112 still keepin together
All we need is true friends all around the world
Our music gonna last forever
From ninety six to two thousand three
112 still keepin together
All we need is true friends all around the world
Our music gonna last forever
[cutting and scratching]
She’s a part time
a part time
part time
She’s a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
part time
She’s a (part time mutha)
Meet Cindi, she’s twenty-two, lives right on the dope track
Used to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-Tac
Now what’s that say about, this big epidemic
This hypocritical world, and the people in it
Now speaking of in it Cindi loved to get buckwild
Fuck with a smile single file she’ll bust nuff styles
That would be cool, if she was your lover
But fuck that, Cindi was my dope fiend mother
Welfare checks never stepped through the front door
Cuz moms would run to the dopeman once more
All those days, had me fiending for a hot meal
Now I’m a crook, got steel, I do not feel
So don’t even trip, when I flip, with my thirty-eight
Revenge is a bitch, and my hit shake the murder rate
Word to the mutha, I’m touched
When moms come by, niggaz hush or get rushed
Maybe one day she’ll recover
But what will it take, to shake, or break
My part time mutha
I gotta live with a part time
A part time
A part time
She’s a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
She’s a (part time mutha)
I grew up in a home where no-one liked me
Moms would hit the pipe, everynight, she would fight me
Poppa was a nasty old man, like the rest
He’s feeling on my chest, with his hand in my dress
Just another pest, and yes I was nervous
Blood sensor tests, I just don’t deserve this
I wanna tell mom, but would she listen
She’s bound to be bitchin if she hasn’t got a fix in
So… now I lay me down to sleep
Lord don’t let him rape me
If he does my soul to keep
Don’t let the devil take me
Can’t concentrate I contemplate in my classroom
Thinkin how my step dad, raped me in the bathroom
Every day I make class, and yet I’m missing periods
The thought of pregnancy is in my head and now I’m fearing it
I gotta tell mom, before she sees me
I told her how he G’d me, and she didn’t believe me
Callin me a slut cuz my butt’s kinda big so
Still that ain’t no way to be talkin to your kids though
I can’t believe the way you call it
Gotta believe in him, and dissin her own daughter
Time for me to break and find another
That’s when I discovered
The ways of the days of a part time mutha
I got a part time
A part time
A part time
She’s a (part time mutha)
Part time
A part time
A part time mutha
She’s a (part time mutha)
I rush to tend her, talked as I touch her
She blushed, the clothes came off, and I bust her
I’m up now, ready to get drunk on the block
Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cot
She’s gone, and I’m thinkin that my game’s so strong
Pat myself on the back and move on
Is this just how it is hell no
Cuz she came back with the kid and yo
I been payin ever since
The clothes the food the cars and oh the rent
All of my time gets spent at the workplace
No time to kiss her got me list in the first place
So I do the dishes and clean the floor
When I sleep I can’t dream anymore
Oh no… now I’m a part time mutha
And I, change the diapers and clean the shit
The tables are turned I can’t take this
Oh no… now I’m a part time mutha
A part time
A part time mutha
Now I’m a part time mutha
I’m a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
Part time
Now I’ma (part time mutha)
She’s a part time
A part time mutha
He’s a part time mutha
She’s a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
A part time
Part time mutha
A part time
A part time mutha
Pa-pa-pa-part time
Pa-pa-pa-part time…



