Mr. Mike is a rapper from Houston, TX. He was also a very dominant member of the group, South Circle.Mr. Mike - Wicked Wayz his debut solo album and it was released in 1996 on Suave House Records. Production was provided by the one and only T-Mix. The beats are G-Funk influenced and contain some solid bass and sampling. Lyrically, Mike has a great flow. He is very deep and rich with word play. Guest appearances are by Ice Cube, 8-Ball & MJG, Nola, E-A-Ski, O.C., Christion and Nina Creque. A dope record altogether, it does not have a bad track. Mr. Mike went on to release albums through out the 1990's and the early 2000's. Since then he has retired from the rap game.
Texas 2000
Mr. Mike Lyrics
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My ghetto niggas survive and hold hands, we live
And old men embedded the game and aim 4-5's
And blindsided females, we mesmerize them
See, hell, we're live men, broke as fuck, no lyin
So what's up? I make a whole city get em up
And I know white folks is racist, cousin, I don't really give a fuck
Patience, don't be sayin that, sling the dopest rhymes like crack
Makin noise and bangin tracks, trained to kill on contact
Can't nobody hold me back, hate me or give up some dap
Take me somewhere off the map, gee, tell us where the party at
Show respect and then reject, the fellas don't know how to act
Blaze a sack of bombay, can we do it all way?
In school I was a fool, catch me screwin in the hallway
Ball all day, if I ever fall, it's on my knees to pray
Jesus bless my soul, needin dough I sold a ki of lley
Hopin it won't end this way, runnin from the D.E.A.
When they come investigate, you better have your story straight
Ain't nothin poppin bout no broke nigga, black nigga
Fuck what they say, and get your dough, nigga, scratch, nigga
[ CHORUS ]
Don't let the ghetto snatch you, police tryina catch you
And everywhere we go somebody lookin at you
(Give em what they want, give em what they want
Give em what they want, give em what they want)
[ VERSE 2 ]
99 caused madness, who's rappin, uzi-grabbin, straight mack shit
Breakin these hoes' backs, foes hatin my tactics
Stainin your matress, displayin game when I'm at this
Tales from the hood, smell the wood in my 'Lac, it's
A trip, back to kick dust, nigga what?
Cussed my teacher out, got expelled, bailed to the weed house
Hell, don't underestimate me or doubt me, I'm great
And highly educated, bitch, all about my papes
But in the States down MC's can't's see me, straight from the underground
Niggas can't bring me down, that's why they start to hate me now
Escapin town and do all my dirt all by my lonely
They actin wild, it hurts, don't run up on me
Your wife want to bone me, homie, that's in her nature
Ill, deal with that, kill that shit or I'ma waste ya
Brace myself, pace myself, gotta get my wealth
Make myself, break myself, I don't need no help
[ CHORUS ]
Who can I trust and put my faith in?
This world is tough and full of hatred
Heard it was only what we make it
Yo, yo, yo...
(Give em what they want, give em what they want
Give em what they want, give em what they want)
[ CHORUS ]
In the song "Texas 2000" by Mr. Mike, the rapper talks about his experiences and struggles living in the ghetto. He talks about surviving alongside his fellow hoodlums, who are armed with 4-5 guns. He also speaks about mesmerizing women and living a life of poverty, but still making a name for himself in the rap industry. He acknowledges the racism that exists amongst white folks, but doesn't let it bother him. The chorus emphasizes the police trying to catch people and the constant scrutiny that individuals from the ghetto face.
Line by Line Meaning
My ghetto niggas survive and hold hands, we live
Despite being in difficult living conditions, my fellow African American brothers and I are resilient and have each other's backs.
And old men embedded the game and aim 4-5's
Wise and experienced men have taught me the ways of the street and how to protect myself with firearms.
And blindsided females, we mesmerize them
Women are easily drawn to our charm and allure, even if we are not always truthful with them.
See, hell, we're live men, broke as fuck, no lyin
We may not have much money, but we are still vibrant and alive, refusing to let our circumstances define us.
So what's up? I make a whole city get em up
I have the power and influence to mobilize an entire community to stand up for what they believe in.
And I know white folks is racist, cousin, I don't really give a fuck
I am aware that some white people hold prejudices against me, but I refuse to let it affect how I live my life.
Patience, don't be sayin that, sling the dopest rhymes like crack
Don't tell me to be patient, because I am driven to deliver the best rap lyrics with the same addictive potency as crack cocaine.
Take a look around you, all your boys is layin on they back
Look at the reality of the situation - many of our peers are unemployed or otherwise struggling.
Can't nobody hold me back, hate me or give up some dap
I am unstoppable, regardless of who may dislike or try to discredit me - I still receive respect and acknowledgment from my peers.
Blaze a sack of bombay, can we do it all way?
Let's smoke some marijuana and enjoy life to the fullest.
In school I was a fool, catch me screwin in the hallway
I was not academically inclined and engaged in sexual activity during breaks.
Ain't nothin poppin bout no broke nigga, black nigga
Being poor and black does not make one desirable or appealing in society's eyes.
Don't let the ghetto snatch you, police tryina catch you
It's important to avoid being trapped in the cycle of poverty and to be careful around law enforcement.
And everywhere we go somebody lookin at you
We are constantly under scrutiny and judgment from others.
99 caused madness, who's rappin, uzi-grabbin, straight mack shit
The year 1999 was a chaotic time, with many rappers glorifying gun violence and sexual conquests.
Breakin these hoes' backs, foes hatin my tactics
I objectify women and my enemies are envious of my approach to gaining power and status.
But in the States down MC's can't's see me, straight from the underground
I am a true talent, rising from the underground rap scene, and even established MCs cannot compete with me.
Gotta get my wealth, Make myself, break myself, I don't need no help
I am determined to achieve financial success and am self-made, relying only on myself to make it happen.
Who can I trust and put my faith in?
It's hard to know who to trust and rely on in a world full of deceit and betrayal.
This world is tough and full of hatred
Life can be cruel and filled with animosity from others.
Heard it was only what we make it
I've heard that our circumstances are ultimately shaped by our own actions and choices.
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Written by: KEVIN GILLIAM, MIKE WALLS
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