Snakeville

Hey Nat You still in the Marines?
Naw Dawg With that shit going on over there in Africa
If I wanted to Kill Niggas I could of stayed my ass in Sherwood
At least some of those Muh Fuckas actually did something to me

Fight and Strive to live right
From sun up to sundown to midnight
Natalac Records got started on the road
On dark desert highways all alone
Fight and strive to live right
From sun up to sun down to midnight
Natalac Records got started on the road
On dark desert highways all alone

Worked in a warehouse eighteen hours a day
Six days a week, four fifty was my pay
Took a day’s pay if late on Saturday
Convicted felon can’t fight back no way
Game set up for you to fail
Random check sites, get the beat down
Who you tell?
Folks don’t care about sending you to jail
You lost in the system, new residence hell
Worked a full year for the slave driver
My dogs pushing dope, my block on fire
I won’t take no chances I’m leaving the hood
Trucking twenty-five days a month, bye Sherwood
Hauling poison, acid, formaldehyde
Make a spill on yourself, you won’t get back right
It was me, the lord, and my baby mama
She convicted too, so we got nothing but drama
We only come back to check in on the first
To pay the law back, now I’m broke, and I’m hurt
At least if I’m hurt, that means I’m still alive
They haven’t killed me yet, so I still got to try

Fight and Strive to live right
From sun up to sundown to midnight
Natalac Records got started on the road
On dark desert highways all alone
Fight and strive to live right
From sun up to sun down to midnight
Natalac Records got started on the road
On dark desert highways all alone

After a year, mama off them papers but pregnant
Life better for a moment, than foul flagrant
I’d leave her home, baby take care of the house
With niggas coming by, and they sleeping on my couch
I paid all bills, water, rent, and the light bill
Ain't flush the toilet, been home, or hit the light switch
Daddy gone paper chasing for a better life
Niggas coming over and they digging out my wife
Forty below, zero in the mountains
No fresh water, even frozen in the fountains
Living in a four foot by eight box sleeper
Ninety-five mack won’t find no cheaper
I sacrificed everything for this damn rap
Christmas came and went, my kids didn’t get crap
Ate bologna sandwiches all the while I’m gone
Got injured on the job, couldn’t get a ride home

Fight and Strive to live right
From sun up to sundown to midnight
Natalac Records got started on the road
On dark desert highways all alone
Fight and strive to live right
From sun up to sun down to midnight
Natalac Records got started on the road
On dark desert highways all alone

Got injured one day, then fired the next
Blue collar truck driver gets no respect
Four years of service given to a faceless company
No employee benefits or for of injuries
I scream to GOD; can he hear me?
Yes, my son but gave you hands and feet
It’s a new game so you got to dig deep
Put up everything I owned to start a record company
All the cash I saved, all the bread I paid
Foot in the door, but I want much more
As I started growing so did the thieves and snakes
Evil enough to steal from the church offering plate

Fight and Strive to live right
From sun up to sundown to midnight
Natalac Records got started on the road
On dark desert highways all alone
Fight and strive to live right
From sun up to sun down to midnight
Natalac Records got started on the road
On dark desert highways all alone

It’s so cold, in this damn game
So many busters lying and they got no shame
Talking about pain, nigga it hurts
Makes me want to leave them with wet t-shirts
Can’t sleep but two hours a night, thinking about this life
Studio rapist up in your guts tonight
Take my advice, got to a click, keep them tight
Anything you want you must fight
A studio and keyboard don’t make you Suge Knight
Let them tell it, he was at the house last night
So many foes, make the game so sleazy
We all would make it, if the game was easy
My first album, I paid up front
Taxing my pockets like every first of the month
More fudge packing than a click full of punks
I made cheese, now I take punks to the dump
Beware of Nat and his twelve-gauge pump
Nobody talks after riding in my trunk
I smelled the rap game, and the rap game stunk
Deepest in the south living in the swamp

Fight and Strive to live right
From sun up to sundown to midnight
Natalac Records got started on the road
On dark desert highways all alone
Fight and strive to live right
From sun up to sun down to midnight
Natalac Records got started on the road
On dark desert highways all alone

Everybody that you meet swear they got connections
Most gone screw you without an erection
Tell you what they did for someone else
The only thought they got is to go for themselves
Don’t kid yourself saying “they’ll do right”
They only do right when they threaten they life
Take your hard earned cash, take it real fast
Do nothing like minute men who come fast
Best hear me, or be broke quick
You can spend a half a million and not have shit
In and out of studios with high hopes and dreams
Producer tell you what you want to hear, selling dreams
Got you spending more cash than a crack fiend
But you can buy, buy, buy
But won’t get a high, high, high
Just another lie, lie, lie
All you busters die, die, die
If I kill for nothing for uncle Sam, I’ll kill you too
And won’t give a damn

Fight and Strive to live right
From sun up to sundown to midnight
Natalac Records got started on the road
On dark desert highways all alone
Fight and strive to live right
From sun up to sun down to midnight
Natalac Records got started on the road
On dark desert highways all alone

Ask yourself, is this you?
Paid them cash, is this what they do?
Paid me for this, paid me for that?
Did a whole album and still ain't done jack?
Not even a show, never been on stage
And won't respect you till you get your twelve gauge
I’ve been ripped off for more cash than I can count
Like paying for a grand of weed and only get an ounce
For every crook, you best pray that I make it
If I got nothing to lose, your life, I will take it
You know who you are, and you know me
The one with all military strategy
Best believe that, if nothing else
Now you feel me, tell me what you felt?
In Snakeville, I know you feel that

Fight and Strive to live right
From sun up to sundown to midnight
Natalac Records got started on the road
On dark desert highways all alone
Fight and strive to live right
From sun up to sun down to midnight
Natalac Records got started on the road
On dark desert highways all alone

Prepaid Stage is like a Prepaid Phone Wanna talk Pay on ya Phone
Murder ain't Wrong Some of you Bitch Niggas Need to be Gone
Fuckin up the Game Crushing People before they even get a chance to grow
Don't worry Dog you cross me that's yo ass Know what I'm sayin that's just the way it is
If I'd Kill for free For five hundred Dollars every other week and they didn't do shit to me
Fuck with me and see what happens take that with ya From Snakeville. Snakeville USA