LYRICS The White Boy Is Back Whitey Ford Sings The Blues, 1998
Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...Ford, Ford...
Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...Ford, Ford...Female Vocals:
The white boy is back And you know he can never be wack The white boy is back
The white boy is back With his foot up in your ass crack The white boy is back ('cause you know he's the white boy)
The white boy is back And you know that he never smoke crack The white boy is back ('cause you know he's the white boy)
Money (Dollar Bill) Whitey Ford Sings The Blues, 1998
Dollar dollar bills Deutch, marks, franks, yens, and pounds I rock the jocked up sounds From Devenshire Downs
Out the Fordham Road Up top in the boogie I be loyal to my peeps Like budha stud doogie Never very bad news Payin' crazy dues I'm blowin' out crews And tamin' mad shrews Like Bill Shakespeare The fakes will disappear The flavor in your ear Is strong like Everclear Two hundred proofs So put the match to the roof
And set this bitch on fire Get rich, the empire's About to strike back If you rock the mic wack And that's the way it is 'cause yo It's like thatSadat X: Money, money y'all It be the root of all evil
Sadat X: Money, money y'all It makes you popular with peopleI go back to the 80's Like three times a lady When it was pussy for free And crack for currency It just occurred to me It's time for surgery I remove MC's like tumors The lies and the rumors Got me thinkin' of this dub By Timex Social Club Yo, word to my momma I'm high off the trauma Whitey Ford gets deeper than subway trains
And I serve lazy fools like fast food chains All pain no gain Makes the brain insane Life in the fast lane The flakes
The cash gains (for real)CHORUS (X2)
Sadat X: Dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all It takes money
Sadat X: to get that fly ass ho It takes money
Sadat X: to see me rock a live show It takes money
Sadat X: to get that last bag of smoke (???) when that ass was brokeHey yo I'm about to g-off Just like my name was Ed-o Black kids call me whitey Spanish kids wetto White kids call me the king of this b-boy thing If it's broke then fix it If it's wack remix it Can't none of you MC's ever fuck with these You be crazy on my dick Like some porno chick For the style that I'm blessin' Ain't no second guessin'
Kid heed the lesson, subtraction, addition Reward for submission Ain't no debate Won't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate I want the stocks and bonds Plus the real estate I want the iron gates And low interest rates Plus a fly little spot to bring all my dates A little stash of the cash put aside in a safe When times get lean Y'all know what I meanSadat X: Money money y'all Some be callin' it cream
Sadat X: Money money y'all Some be callin' it fame
Sadat X: Money money y'all But once I get it I'm JCHORUS (X5)
I want cash and checks I want diamond rings I want jewels on my neck And mad fly things I want a stack of fat chips So I can take long trips I want to sail the Bahamas On my own cruise ships I want acres of land I want papers in hand I want stocks and bonds All pros no cons Hey if it smells funny Then back it up honey
I want the money y'all
I need the money y'all...
Ends Whitey Ford Sings The Blues, 1998
Sample: Everything must change...
Ends...some people would rob their mother for the ends Rat snitch on one another for the ends Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends So before we go any further I'm on my ends
I knew this cat named Dale Who didn't have a dollar He was Harvard material Ivy League scholar Had a PHD
An MBA But now he's waitin' tables 'cause there's rent to pay Company's down sizin' Inflation's risin' Can't find a job He's feelin' kind of stressed Doesn't even feel the effects when he says Forgot to count how many times he's been blessed So he falls off track Starts smokin' the crack And once it hits his brain It starts a chain react
Sells the shirt off his back The shoes off his feet He's losin' all his teeth Now he's out on the street And all of the sudden he's like Jesse James Tryin' to stick up kids for their watches and chains But he's from business school
And he's nervous with the tool So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool For the endsCHORUS
I knew this chick named Sally She had a nice strut And everywhere that I went she was up in the cut Swingin' that butt like "place your ad here" Only rapped the Benz And rocked the fly gear Brand name wearin' Champagne wavin' Jewels around the neck A lotta style she's cravin' Ain't no savin' She's doin' all the spendin' If you do the lendin' She'll do the bendin' Straight machine vendin' That's money for tail Shoppin' sprees get her on her knees
And then you hit her with the keys of your krib you actin' funny Come home one day find her countin' out your money From the Wetlands all the way to the Apollo If you broke she's spittin' If you're rich she might swallow
For the endsCHORUS
I knew these two homeboys That made a lot of noise Makin' money on the block The kids was on their jock They was tougher than leather Like Reverend Run DMC they was tokin' guns Hold and wait Goin' out of state
Stackin' mad chips And pushin' phat wears Fly jewels and clothes And got no job And then one disappeared
And one got robbed For the endsCHORUS (X2)
What It's Like Whitey Ford Sings The Blues, 1998
We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange He ask the man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes Get a job you fuckin' slob's all he replied
CHORUS
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues Then you really might know what it's like (X4)
Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love He said don't worry about a thing baby doll I'm the man you've been dreamin' of But three months later he said he won't date her or return her call And she sweared god damn if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walkin' through the doors They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner, and they call her a whore
CHORUS
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose Then you really might know what it's like (X4)
I've seen a rich man beg I've seen a good man sin I've seen a tough man cry I've seen a loser win And a sad man grin I heard an honest man lie I've seen the good side of bad And the down side of up And everything between I licked the silver spoon Drank from the golden cup Smoked the finest green I stroked daddies dimes at least a couple of times Before I broke there heart You know where it ends Yo, it usually depends on where you start
I knew this kid named Max He used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs He liked to hang out late at night Liked to get shit faced And keep pace with thugs Until late one night there was a big gun fight Max lost his head He pulled out his chrome .45 Talked some shit And wound up dead Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of his pain You know it crumbles that way At least that's what they say when you play the game
CHORUS
God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose Then you really might know what it's like (X4)
To have to lose...
Get Down Whitey Ford Sings The Blues, 1998
Get down, get down, get down (X4)
I see everybody rockin' the same old style And everyone's sportin' the same profile And all of y'all wearin' the same name brands I hear everybody jackin' these played out jams I won't reach for no gun, punk, I use my hands
I rock mikes and roll bikes I cross foreign lands I made my bones out in zones Where the twilight be And every time I touch a mic It's Fright Night Part Three For every MC that wanna test and try In your custom made wears
Thinkin' you too fly Makin' up in gold chains What you're lackin' for brains It's time to call your ma, Duke
Scoop up your remains And finally lay to rest all the shit you stressed Of boastin' and braggin' about the toes you taggin' I'm knock knock knockin' on heaven's door While every rapper that you simmed Is pimped like a whore
You see your talk is eighteen Three quarters past four When your doctor slaps my ass Hear the lion roar
The record sales soared And the world got toured You say what happened to my band I say I just got bored
Now they call me Whitey Ford And I say praise the Lord Find me breakin' up your crews Catch me singin' the blues Strummin' and pickin' like I'm BB King It's Abdul Rakim Now watch me do my thingCHORUS
Down down, you go
Down down, so low
Down down, till you hit the floor
Keep fallin' down, till you can't get down no moreYou go point blank range With the scope he's knockin' The Psycho might change But there ain't no stoppin' The moon's on the rise When the sun start droppin' And y'all need to quit the bullshit you poppin' 'Cause I've been hip hoppin' since BDP Rock the P it's free It's Abdul Rakim And when referring to me You best respect the name
Make a quick double take And double check your game 'Cause you about to get dissed I'm checkin' my list
When I check it over twice It's like rollin' the dice I hit four-five-six I'm all up in your mix I rock good from Hollywood To the City of Bricks And all these fake cats scream they're keepin' it real While you're makin' your deal We'll be breakin' the seal You be breakin' your vows Like people worshippin' cows And then I hit ya with the who's, what's, where's and how's Like Vinny Barbarino Matt Gachino I'm with my man Rino With the Brooklyn Lordz Crashin' the boards with my soul in a hole I take it back to the future From the days of old
I'm too cold to hold Too hot not to burn ya Don't stick your nose in business that don't concern ya Might have to trip And flip like Ike Turner You too old for schoolin', boy, when I'm gonna learn yaCHORUS
Tired Whitey Ford Sings The Blues, 1998
Make you go Soul for soul Over mic control Kid you can't touch me with a ten foot pole And I even made the devil sell me his jewels He was out to cold mock me And play you for fools Kid, you know the rules Must be smokin' super cools Try to diss me on the low Got to be a psycho That's aight though You know you won't see me shakin' I'm out to blow the spot On who's real and who's fakin' Who's given' Who's taken' Who's livin'
Who's starvin' Diss me on the mic It's time for headstone carvin' And then tap right ya, I'll strike ya like lightin'
Dissolve ya like powder So turn it up louder Go on pump the wattage Get the cheese by cottage I like mean streaks I like Spanish freaks I like Korean barbecue I'm like old school beats 'Cause...CHORUS
I'm sick of all the shit that's droppin'
And I'm tired of all the lip that's poppin'
And all the wack attitudes people coppin'
I'm only tryin' to get a few heads boppin' (X2)It go bang bang boogie I'm sick like a loogie I'm wiser than bud I'm thicker than blood I'm older than time
I'm only from divine How can you be so bold and think that you'll take mine I'm cash like Johnny It's the highway man And I'm walkin' this line the best way I can With my farmer's tan And my bloodshot eyes I ain't bodied no one I ain't chopped no bod With the butter's from the gutters I'm about to explode And blow the spot for folk nave Up the Gun Hill Road Like artillery shells Been from heaven to hell And I'm a say a little prayer for every rapper that fell 'Cause...CHORUS
I'm sick of all the shit that's droppin'
And I'm tired of all the lip that's poppin'
And all the wack attitudes people coppin'
I'm only tryin' to get a few heads boppin' (X2)
Painkillers Whitey Ford Sings The Blues, 1998
Flight Attendant: On behalf of Pan Am Airlines, we'd like to be the first to welcome you to New York City. We'd like to thank you for flying Pan Am. The local time is 6:45AM and the temperature is 89°...
I've been up all night On the redeye flight The dawn's early light Got the skyline bright I'm in the back of a car service My driver's kind of nervous 'Cause I'm tokin' on a blunt that's fat You say you know where you at
I say I know where I am And if you really want a tip Then Mr. don't get flam I ain't tryin' to be rude And I ain't stressin' you gramps But this shit right here It be the breakfast of champs I've been tokin' on this since thirteen years old And when I look up at my wall I see platinum and gold And there ain't nobody sneezin' at the money I fold And I ain't here for your pleasin' So put that shit on hold Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel
And turn the radio up while I finish this L...Bell Boy: Welcome back to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford, your usual room is ready and waiting. Let me take your luggage. If you need anything while you're staying, just let me know.
Everlast: Good lookin' out...That's for you.
I hop out my car Step into the lobby Everybody's on the floor (get down) It's a motherfuckin' robbery
The shit's in progress I can feel the stress I wanna silenty to God how I get in this mess They tell me to freeze and get down on my knees Between my jewels and my cash I'm holdin' thirty five G's They told me to run it So I got bold and I front it And like Slick Rick said I know I shouldn't of done it 'Cause now they standin' over me
Watchin' me bleed Damn, I got to quit smokin' all this weed There's a pain in my chest But yo, I must be blessed
Because before I faded out I saw the EMS The paramedics They greet me with some anesthetics They killin' my pain They screamin' my name Tryin' to keep me in the conscious world I'm thinkin' about my mom My sister and my girl I'm prayin' to God Don't let this go too far As they rush me into the St. Luke's O.R. They pull the bullets out my chest And give 'em back in a jar Now I'm wearin' this scar 'Cause I tried to play hardDoctor: Mr. Ford, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.
Everlast: What are you talkin' about?
Doctor: It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine and damaged the cord.
Everlast: So what are you tryin' to tell me?
Doctor: Well, it's safe to say I don't think you'll be jumpin' around anymore.Yo, this can't happen to me I just can't believe it Trapped in a wheelchair A paraplegic There ain't no rehab
There ain't no therapy For the rest of my life Somebody's gotta take care of me And people stare at me
With pity in their eyes And every mornin' I rise to a life of despise And ever night I think I might never rock the mic again 'Cause my brain's fucked up on percacet and vicadin Might as well be heroin pulsin' through my veins
Gotta kill these pains Or blow out my brains To free me from these chains I'm trapped in this physical hell
To walk again I just might sell my soul And I'm only twenty somethin' years old (years old)
Today (Watch Me Shine) w/ Bronx Style Bob Whitey Ford Sings The Blues, 1998
Yesterday is just a dream I don't remember Tomorrow, still a hope I've yet to endure I'm out of time
I'm out of rhyme I'm out of reason Season's change and leave me out in the cold The story's old
The tale been told by many scholar Got a fistful of dollar And pocketful of love God above if you hear me cryin'
I've tried to sell my soul But no one's buyin' Lord, strike me down now if I'm lyin' Bronx Style Bob: Lord strike me down (X3) It's gettin' cold It's time for dyin'CHORUS
Come on and watch me shine Like the world is mine (check it out) today Come on and watch me shine (check it out) Like the world is mine today Watch me shine (check it out)
Then the man was free from sin Bronx Style Bob: free from sin Cast the first stone then began the violence
Bronx Style Bob: began the violence Let the man whose words ring true Speak on up till his voice breaks through the silence Bronx Style Bob: through the silence Let the ones who lose their way Live to see just one more day in the sunshine Bronx Style Bob: La-la-la-la-la-la-laaa Let the one's who choose to stray Recognize the price they'll pay In their lifetime Bronx Style Bob: in their lifetime (X2)CHORUS
Come on and watch me shine Like the world is mine (check it out) today Come on and watch me shine (check it out) Like the world is mine today Watch me shine (check it out)
Sit in the way and wait for my roads to cross You nail me down and you watch me bleed Bronx Style Bob: watch me bleed So lay my head against the earth Plant my body like a seed Bronx Style Bob: plant my body like a seed
You can't always get the things you want, love (check it out) Bronx Style Bob: tell me what you want You get what you deserve Or maybe what you need Bronx Style Bob: tell me what you need So fill my hole with precious dirt, love Till the soil and part the weedCHORUS
Come on and watch me shine Like the world is mine (check it out) today Come on and watch me shine (check it out) Like the world is mine today Watch me shine (check it out)
The Letter Whitey Ford Sings The Blues, 1998
Yeah that's her Sometimes you win Sometimes you lose All the broken hearts And the unpaid dues What you did to me What I did to you I ain't mad at you, boo So what we gonna do I just seen you out with your new man It's lookin' kind of happy I'm feelin' like somebody just slapped me My gut's in a knot My temp's gettin' hot I wanna make that man bleed And wear this speed knot 'Cause he ain't got what we had And it makes me kind of mad
I hurt my one true loveJust like my dad And it's kinda sad 'Cause now my shit's together No need for umbrellas
I can see the stormy weather I'm goin' outside into the rain Like Keith Sweat 'Cause I can't house this pain We was workin' for years Now I'm jerkin' these tears From my lips to God's ears, girl I did you wrong So I'm makin' this song To let you know how I feel Before I'm keepin' it real May keep my heart concealed And now I'm on the side Just patiently waitin' Watchin' on you when the time for updatin' I can't hide from the truth I know the puddin's in the proof So I stand convicted like all your friends predicted But I'd think you'd be surprised On how this ends brothers We went from lovers to friends We'll go from friends to lovers So if that man make you smile
I guess that I'll Just accept it And respect it I'll hit you with this song And let you think about it Then I'll just leave you alone And be a man about it