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Story behind the song
Me and P was sitting in my apartment just thinking of song concepts... I was talking bout ym native roots, he had some too, and we just made a song bout being natives of the streets and the struggle... and he wrote bout something that happened to him with him being shot at... I talked bout getting jumped by some of my closest guys for some bullshit, family threatening me too, and still going out there and having faith in God, but being careful who you trust... another spiritual warfare track really...enjoy!
Lyrics
2... “Natives”
Instrumental: Cam’ron “Losin’ Weight” - S.D.E. [Epic]
Cruci-Fix:
Beware of men, they’ll lead you to the dark/ murk you in the waters and feed you to the sharks/ like Jaws in the ocean cause a commotion/ pause and reflect, on the law that’s been broken/ and I stand brave, I’m a Native of this land/ poker face, I see the ace you’re saving in your hand/ no you’re not taking my land I’m taking a stand/ you’s a two-faced snake I ain’t shaking your hand/ I’m making my plans, your style’s too bland to taste in my glands/ bottom of the baking pan, now on pace to expand/ I won’t quit searching, I soak in increased light/ still broke as fuck but I smoke on my peace pipe/ wanna go global, but got that local emcee’s hype/ so if I don’t blow up holla at P cuz he might/ we’s too committed to quit it, we live it and spit it/ infinite minutes, Natives, and our spirits are kindred…
HOOK - Prince Earl (2X):
Gotta compete, stay like balls on my feet/ carry my heat, never accepting defeat/ I gotta eat, the only way how, to burn on these streets/ so buckle up, I’ma show you how we earn on these streets…
Prince Earl:
The streets have ears, the walls have eyes/ watch what you do and say dog, you don’t want no surprises/ eyes left wide open, think you’re slick with them lies/ I got 9/11 ways son, to keep the streets crying/ cuz the new millennium we using digital tools/ making critical moves, send your family pitiful news/ shit is plentiful dude, lack your crew see what’s slacking with dude/ we nothing to fuck with so get off that dumb shit/ we run shit like “ya, don’t even stress that/ I know where they rest at, let’s dress in jet black and go push they flesh back”/ they did it so lame/ I’m telling po’s it wasn’t cocaine, Vice Lords, or no Folks thing/ I got shot by some fucking no names, looking for more fame/ oops, sitting there at close range and still no aim/ I’m steady waiting/ waiting to send these niggas straight to Satan/ fuck around with grown men, fuck around with Natives…
HOOK - Prince Earl (2X)
Cruci-Fix:
I’ve been wished dead by my p’s, jumped by my guys/ fuck all them punks who want my demise/ there’s no diverting the facts, I’ll act once I get a chance to/ get my stacks, fuck asking, I’ll advance through/ I gave ya’ll the shirt on my back, now you want my pants too?/ sorry you snakes, that’s some shit that I can’t do/ I’m not playing games, I’ve been through the way/ there’s still no love but I’ll continue to pray/ I show heart, but now that heart has grew hate/ if you don’t talk to God better start before it’s too late/ you bring problems to your home, and that’s how you keep it real?/ loud mouths drop, and quiet people kill/ so peep the skill try to be 50, trust me it won’t sell/ you’re better off with Kells doing songs like “Hotel”/ you can’t complain dog, you put yourself in your own Hell…