6. Broken Safety
Jadakiss & Styles P Lyrics
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That's when I first got the Naughty goose
Now I come through in a sported coupe
I know what you better do, stop talking bout what you outta do
My crack spot is still portable
Funerals are still affordable, I'm better than all of you
I'm in the hood scraping 'em, Jadakiss, Rae and 'em
Ya'll lame niggas, come uptown, spend a day with 'em
Let the Earth smoke hit your lung, get your guns
The economy is down, so you already know
It's gon' be a lot of homi's in the town
That's why I'm still bringing the seed back
The sneakers that I can't pronounce, that cost a G stack
Niggas in the yard, got this on repeat, black
Fuck saving hip hop, we bringing the streets back, what?
Player spit snipping, different color wallies on
Bliffen had to take 'em off, they fucked up the soles, flipped it
I'm forever zooted, crushed up glass, I'm just flashing through it
Nine times out of ten, suede down at the Jumer
Maybach bloomers, playing rumors, card shark
Getting cash money, take a loan, hit this tuner
We onion head niggas, the gun gooners
Put us together, he run sea, I run land, with one ruger
Stop playing, you know we run rap, you know we done that
Stop fronting, son, put the gun back
We came with the containers, besides having the flamers
My Mexican mans is famous
Running through the streets, the bulldog
Conehead hoodies on, eighteen five for footballs
Maxed like I'm under a good wall, good G
Good recipe, good status, a hood broad
I used to move brown rectangles
Roll you a blunt, then smoke you with death's angel
Chrome trey pound is making your neck dangle
Blue trey eight is leaving your chest mangled
It's math but the gun could kill you at all angles
Leave the toast home, I'm leaving you all strangled
Louis loafers on the Jaguar, gas peddles
You got the cops with you, you ain't even half ghetto
(Not even half) We neither here nor there
But if, you was over here, you would of been got aired
(Been got aired) Like a pair of white Nike's on a summer day
Pointing the gun away, I could kill you niggas a hundred ways
Mine's in a place that yours ain't, so I'm wearing war paint
For the day that I see the Lord saint
Blowing the purple haze, playing The Purple Tape
Fuck with Chef or the Ghost, get left with a purple face
Too bad, your courage will be the death of you
The song "6. Broken Safety" by Jadakiss & Styles P is a hardcore hip-hop track that boasts the rappers' prowess in the streets. The first verse highlights the artists' humble beginnings on 40 Deuce, where they first got their hands on a "Naughty goose" or bottle of Naughty's beer. Now, both rappers have made it and drive around in a sporty coupe, while others talk about what they should do, but don't follow through. The chorus alludes to the fact that the economy is down, and with a rise in crime and homicide, they must employ self-defense and arm themselves.
The second verse opens with the line "player spit snipping, different color wallies on," indicating that the rappers always look fly, regardless of what they are doing. They brag about their wealth, maybach bloomers, and good recipes. They also reveal that they are "onion head n*ggas," meaning they are quick to tears, but will not hesitate to use their firearms. The message of the song is clear; "stop playing," they run rap, and they have respect in the hood.
Overall, "6. Broken Safety" is a song that celebrates street culture and caters to hardcore rap enthusiasts. It's a song that brags about wealth, toughness, and employs a "dare you to come at me" attitude. However, it is important to note that the glorification of violence and crime is not to be taken as an endorsement but rather as an extension of the reality that these rappers had to endure growing up.
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Uh, down on 40 Deuce, when I was a shorty duke
I was on 40th street when I was a kid
That's when I first got the Naughty goose
That's when I first got into trouble
Now I come through in a sported coupe
Now I come through in a fancy car
I know what you better do, stop talking bout what you outta do
Stop talking and start doing
My crack spot is still portable
I can still sell drugs anywhere
Funerals are still affordable, I'm better than all of you
I'm so good, I can even arrange affordable funerals
I'm in the hood scraping 'em, Jadakiss, Rae and 'em
I'm in the neighborhood making money with Jadakiss and Raekwon
Ya'll lame niggas, come uptown, spend a day with 'em
Come uptown and spend a day with us, so we can show you how it's done
Bigger ones, bootleg liquor runs, blow something, nigga
We go on bigger bootleg liquor runs, so let's smoke something
Let the Earth smoke hit your lung, get your guns
Let's smoke weed and get ready for action
The economy is down, so you already know
The economy is bad, and you know what that means
It's gon' be a lot of homi's in the town
There will be a lot of homicides in the town
That's why I'm still bringing the seed back
That's why I'm still selling drugs
The sneakers that I can't pronounce, that cost a G stack
I'm wearing expensive shoes I can't even pronounce
Niggas in the yard, got this on repeat, black
People in the yard are listening to this song on repeat
Fuck saving hip hop, we bringing the streets back, what?
We're not trying to save hip hop, we're bringing the streets back to life
Player spit snipping, different color wallies on
I'm wearing different colored Wallabees
Bliffen had to take 'em off, they fucked up the soles, flipped it
I had to take off my Wallabees because they ruined the soles
I'm forever zooted, crushed up glass, I'm just flashing through it
I'm always high, and I'm just living my life
Nine times out of ten, suede down at the Jumer
Most of the time, I'm wearing a suede jacket at the Jumer
Maybach bloomers, playing rumors, card shark
I'm wearing expensive clothes and playing card games
Getting cash money, take a loan, hit this tuner
I'm making money, taking loans, and buying a music tuner
We onion head niggas, the gun gooners
We're dangerous guys who carry guns
Put us together, he run sea, I run land, with one ruger
If we combine forces, we can control the sea and the land with just one gun
Stop playing, you know we run rap, you know we done that
Stop playing, you know we're successful in the rap game
Stop fronting, son, put the gun back
Stop pretending, put your gun away
We came with the containers, besides having the flamers
We came with the drugs, and we also have guns
My Mexican mans is famous
My Mexican friend is well-known
Running through the streets, the bulldog
Running through the streets with my bulldog
Conehead hoodies on, eighteen five for footballs
Wearing conehead hoodies and selling drugs for $18,500
Maxed like I'm under a good wall, good G
I'm feeling good and high
Good recipe, good status, a hood broad
I have a good drug recipe and a good reputation in the hood
I used to move brown rectangles
I used to sell drugs in packages
Roll you a blunt, then smoke you with death's angel
I'll roll a joint and kill you
Chrome trey pound is making your neck dangle
I'm using a chrome gun that will make your neck snap back
Blue trey eight is leaving your chest mangled
I'm also using a blue gun that will damage your chest
It's math but the gun could kill you at all angles
It's a mathematical fact that my gun can kill you from any angle
Leave the toast home, I'm leaving you all strangled
Leave your gun at home, because I'm going to strangle you all
Louis loafers on the Jaguar, gas peddles
I'm wearing Louis Vuitton shoes while driving a Jaguar
You got the cops with you, you ain't even half ghetto
You have the police with you, so you're not really from the ghetto
(Not even half) We neither here nor there
We're not really from here, nor there
But if, you was over here, you would of been got aired
But if you were here, you would have been killed already
(Been got aired) Like a pair of white Nike's on a summer day
You would have been killed quickly, like white Nike sneakers on a hot day
Pointing the gun away, I could kill you niggas a hundred ways
I can kill you in many different ways, but I'm choosing not to right now
Mine's in a place that yours ain't, so I'm wearing war paint
My gun is in a secret location, so I'm ready for any situation
For the day that I see the Lord saint
For the day I die and meet God
Blowing the purple haze, playing The Purple Tape
Smoking weed and listening to the Purple Tape album by Raekwon
Fuck with Chef or the Ghost, get left with a purple face
Mess with Raekwon or Styles P, and you'll be beaten so badly that your face turns purple
Too bad, your courage will be the death of you
Your bravery will get you killed
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: COREY WOODS, DAVID STYLES, JASON PHILLIPS, MARC D. SHEMER
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