Artist: DJ EFN f/ Black Collar, Black Milk, Cory Gunz, Ras Kass
Album:  Another Time
Song:   We Earned It
Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com

[Intro: Ras Kass]
Ha Ha! Yeah! Uh! Crazy Hood!
Just another sunny day in L.A.! 'Nother sunny day in Miami!
You know how we get it! Oh!
It's a good day to be a b-boy, you know, uh!
Yo! Yo!

[Verse One: Ras Kass]
I-I-I'm sharp as a Puerto Rican's line up
The bitches come, stay focused get your grind up
I refuse to dumb it down get your mind up
Fuck what you heard, like ears had vaginas
Coochie dog cats all shined up
I rhyme nastier than homeless people fuckin'
EFN production, catch me on Collins with a Cubana
Tan cassavas like it's nothin'
Yeah, today was a good day
More niggas in the park than a hood day
And I get these hoes moist like good yay
My music hot, bitch just push play
Tell haters hashtag DMY
Go fuck yourself, eat shit and die
Call him LeBron for a reason
I shit a steamer on their chest then I'm leavin' for Cleveland
Oh! Ha Ha Ha! (Too soon too soon too soon!

[Chorus: Rone Jeremy]
Everything we got in this world, nigga we earned it
Never follow your rules, took a lighter and burned it
Underground, nah we right here on the surface
Our rap sheet is perfect, we rap for a purpose
Everything we got in this world, nigga we earned it
Never follow your rules, took a lighter and burned it
Underground, nah we right here on the surface
Our rap sheet is perfect, we rap for a purpose

[Verse Two: Black Milk]
This is flow flow, never so so with the writtens
One take in a break like intermissions
In the, middle of the map, bottom of the mitten
You still listen through a tape deck, bangin' out the system
Wishin', for them flashin', lights to be flashin'
My way like, cars down the highway
Had to be, high, just to be at ease
But most of these niggas dreams turned to memories
But my niggas was like hell nah
Don't even know how to spell the world fail
Not even in our vocab, we was on the grind from
Sundown to sunshine, the whole nine
That was old times, at the time
Old timers didn't under-stand what's playin' out the speakers (What you playin'?)
Music rumblin' the tweeters 
Make haters turn believers ladies that couldn't leave us
You know, out the back do'
Maybe, fade to black,pull a disappearin' act gone
Didn't mean to stay long
Just, checking if my mics on yo we on?
On on on on on..

[Chorus: Rone Jeremy]
Everything we got in this world, nigga we earned it
Never follow your rules, took a lighter and burned it
Underground, nah we right here on the surface
Our rap sheet is perfect, we rap for a purpose
Everything we got in this world, nigga we earned it
Never follow your rules, took a lighter and burned it
Underground, nah we right here on the surface
Our rap sheet is perfect, we rap for a purpose

[Verse Three: KB Imean]
I'm ready for work, like Monday
Catch me in L.A. on, sucker free sundays
On the porch like Smokey and Q on +Friday+
It's a work week, and these suckers just work weak
Get busted like a condom popped when the sperm leak
Can't touch me, like I'm sick and they germ freaks
I should sanitize their mouth for the dirt they're spittin' out
I remove 'em like a spot and my nickname was shout

[Verse Four: Rone Jeremy]
All I do is think of the dudes who got murdered
From the center, from the cypher, from bangers, from freestylers
Either palm trees or green weed growing' in sunny Cali
Catch me in that V8 with smoke 'round me
I'm from Cali to the seas and I don't need no triggers
Don't rock jewelry or long chains 'cause that's for ugly niggas
The wolves stay hungry so we tryin; to hit the buffet
We work for that meal like the sign from a bum say

[Verse Five: Famous]
Back at it again, back hand battle for spins
We ain't compatible, better watch who your callin' your friends
Line you up for the firin' squad, even the odds
In the city of emeralds, only taking what's ours
Eyes on the prize, these bustas is +Marc Jacobs+
Feelin' divine, these models is all aces
Who ain't playin' your cards right, but we come from a +Crazy Hood+
So your shot look crazy like Bill Cartwright

[Chorus: Rone Jeremy]
Everything we got in this world, nigga we earned it
Never follow your rules, took a lighter and burned it
Underground, nah we right here on the surface
Our rap sheet is perfect, we rap for a purpose
Everything we got in this world, nigga we earned it
Never follow your rules, took a lighter and burned it
Underground, nah we right here on the surface
Our rap sheet is perfect, we rap for a purpose

[Verse Six: Cory Gunz]
Uh! I ain't with none of that
I ain't never in back where all the frontin' at
Militia the gang, CMB enterprise
Somebody pray for me 'cause it's dinner time
Hide your wife and your kids, bitch I'm a home wrecker
Guard your chest and get a vest full of chrome checker
Yessir, little +Redman+  on his own methods
Niggas suck and y'all like 'em, you're dome neckers
Anyway I go out, I'll be mobbin' for dole
Mama lonely, in your hood, ask about me, they know me
Respect is given, if less delivered, respect is taken
More chops and drops than niggas record breakin'
Tell a threat fake and nigga name a place, time
And I'm a take seconds, nigga ain't gon' waste time
Love how, you niggas doin' tank time
Fuckin' wrap towel rats, snake spawn