The Ultimate Come Up Songtext
von Daz Dillinger

Yeah, right about now, me, myself, Daz Dillinger
Along with the gang
Mr. Tray Deee, Mr. Bad Bad Carabino
And Soopafly the High Priest
Ha, lettin′ you know that this gangbangin' is serious business
So thank God for your life, and keep on strivin′

I thank God for my life
What I wanna try to do is live right
You pray for me, I pray for you
'Cause together we can get it, what else can we do?
I thank God for my life

And that's real


So you think drinkin′ and chillin′, big wheelin' and dealin′
Is the life of the righteous 'cause it′s so appealin'
Feelin′, stealin' and killin' is the way to succeed
So you′re illin′ and willin' to take whatever you need
You the villain indeed, but you plead your innocent
Say that in society, you gotta be militant
Incentivous, invented this for too damn long
You need to get inventive, sing a new damn song
Life gone just as fast as you learn to live
So you should learn to give, that′s how you earn your deals

Tray Deee, I gotta tell the truth, never cherish the day
'Til I opened up my eyes and discovered the way
This life is hard, treat you cold, plus life don′t last
And plus we dyin' faster, plus these fools is blastin′
Your grace is what I'm askin' for
There′s no tellin′ when that man in black is at my door
I thought I seen him a couple times before
Ran back the other way
Took off course and forced to cherish the day

God, help us out here
We're fallin′ down and everything that we done built is fallin' down
I′m callin' out ′cause you can help us if you touch us
And we need you, why we bleedin'?
Any second we can meet you, lifestyles of Earth mislead you

Have mercy on my soul, please lay me down easy


God watch us and he know the life we live ain't easy
At least try to live right, ′cause life ain′t long
And ain't nothin′ like livin' life all day long
Mr. Bad is all good like the songs we sing
And simply gotta thank God for the life

You never know what′s goin' on in this world
Thank God that you′re still in this world
We in the streets, every day that's where we live
We was taught to receive and to give
Don't be stingy, give a little ′cause I do

Don′t be fakin', be yourself and stay true
When you see me in the streets, uh, dap me
Don′t playa hate and don't dap me
Don′t be sad, homie, homie, be happy
I sing a song to the streets, with the gang I deliver
Uncut to the street, Daz Dillinger
Will our struggle ever be over?
From the wrath of the street, I pray for
You, let's pray for me, let′s keep it real
Peace

And there you have it
A little somethin' from the gang
P Daz Dillinger, lettin' you know that life is real serious
And the situation at hand is a real situation at hand
So think