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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shyheim
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Quinn
Composer
S. Franklin
Composer
Joe Wilson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RNS
Producer
Lyrics
On, on and on and on
On, on and on and on
On, on and on and on
On, on and on and on (what you talkin' about?)
On, on and on and on
On, on and on and on
On, on and on and on
On, on and on and on
Nowadays, you gots to walk the street and watch your back
'Cause brothers with the gats don't be knowin' how to act
They always pull the Glock when somebody rocks at night
And if they get shot, they often snitch to the cops
Now tell me this ain't livin' foul
She just had a baby child, and she's back to sellin' crack vials
On the ave 'cause she's addicted to the fast cash
How long will that last before the cops be up in that ass?
But honey-dip don't wanna listen 'cause she's in no position
Now nobody gives a pot to piss in
Her life is stuck and filled with bad luck
So she fucks and fucks to earn another buck
She don't really care about pride
And she jumps into another ride then committed suicide
Ayo, this goes on and on, Shy
Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang
This goes on and on, Shy
Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang
Ayo, this goes on and on, Shy
Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang
This goes on and on, Shy
Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang
Times is gettin' hard, word is bond, I swear to God
I even got caught tryin' to steal from the junkyard
A born terror, a rebel without a pause
Ain't never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?
I walk the streets at night with my head down
In this little town you see clowns that wanna be down
So they get a Glock and lick shots to get props
And when shit rocks, all you can hear is the shells drop
An old man got shot in the parkin' lot
In front of my buildin', I hang with his grandchildren
And for the nigga that pulled the trigga and tried to slide
And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide
And this happens everyday around my way
So I pray that I can live another day
Ayo, this goes on and on, Shy
Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang
This goes on and on, Shy
Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang
Ayo, this goes on and on, Shy
Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang
This goes on and on, Shy
Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang
Ayo, get a load of this guy, you know the Mr. Hardy?
The one who talk about gats but ain't bustin' nobody
He speaks that yang yang so we can just maintain
I'd blow him out the frame at his moms if he gangbang
But his rep is hi-tech in the projects
Foe was knuckle jacked, so he got mad respect
The niggas in hoodies packed up their loaded gats
Met up in the back so they could plan the attack
Wasn't hard to tell that these kids was no joke
They let the pistol smoke and their .9 was doper than coke
I seen it happen every day where I live
I know a few bums, drug dealers, most of them fugitives
Ayo, this goes on and on, Shy
Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang
This goes on and on, Shy
Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang
Ayo, this goes on and on, Shy
Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang
This goes on and on, Shy
Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang
On, on and on and on
On, on and on and on
On, on and on and on
On, on and on and on
Writer(s): J. Wilson, S. Franklin, A. Quinn
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