Stormy Weather

By Ray Luv

On Forever Hustlin’

Released on August 1, 1995

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[Intro]

Since we came out the womb we've been doomed

From little G's to OG's

The violence won't cease

We caught up in the madness and there's so much sadness

Lord forgive us, cause nobody cares

So for eternity we livin' that thug life

And the youth is a sacrifice

We caught up in the storm


[Verse 1: Ray Luv]

I wake up in the morning and it's on and

Smoke a sack, I'm gone in the streets on the phone

Tryna get my pimpin on, play on hatas on the phone

While I'm tryna make a million, got me spillin'

Game inspect [?]

It's cap peelin' cost stealin' records that be top billin'

Rhyme pays and got a young nigga like chillin', ready and willin'

I want it all, so fuck all of y'all

Game don't stop 'til the very last balla falls

It's gettin' cloudy, overcast, time to blast

Better not get shady or I'ma have to pop this ass

And all these bitches from britches pull switches too

Leave em in stitches and snitches get ditches too

Niggas would hustle in the game, much success

Those who twist will enlist in the early death

Never show weakness, stressin'

So you sweatin', you gettin' wettin'

Slippin' in the Armageddon, where we headin'

To hell in a pine box in the place

Mean muggin', TEC-9s cocked, can you fade

This young nigga from the 9th block, it gets no better

Stormy weather 'til we all drop


[Chorus: Ray Luv]

When it rains in the game, fool it don't stop

Dirty macks and backstabbers watch the Glock pop

Fuck em all, I'ma ball like my grandpops

Gets no better, stormy weather 'til they all drop

When it rains in the game, fool it don't stop

Dirty macks and backstabbers watch the Glock pop

Fuck em all, I'ma ball like my grandpops

Gets no better, stormy weather 'til they all drop


[Verse 2: Rated R]

Screams of terror outside and I decided it's all out

Big willie niggas and them niggas with small clout

Leavin' businesses and all properties rained out

Can't sleep nights closed on Macs held tightly

You say that I'm trippin' but then you ride it

Stormy weather cause half them doors is closed

Muthafuckas opposed, real niggas make moves

Your ass was laughin', wait 'til my niggas get to blastin'

Hopped to action, bubbled from drug transactions

Oh what a satisfaction

Mopreme, Ray Luv Luv and it don't stop

Niggas through the hell make mail, mutha fuck jail pops!


[Chorus: Ray Luv]

When it rains in the game, fool it don't stop

Dirty macks and backstabbers watch the Glock pop

Fuck em all, I'ma ball like my grandpops

Gets no better, stormy weather 'til they all drop

When it rains in the game, fool it don't stop

Dirty macks and backstabbers watch the Glock pop

Fuck em all, I'ma ball like my grandpops

Gets no better, stormy weather 'til they all drop


[Verse 3: Mopreme Shakur]

Don't play me for the violence in the streets

It was before my birth because the violence when he left the earth

Drugs was here first before my pops out the smoke

See, that became of me, black in a white society

All odds against me

And the [?] my mind locked in [?]

Six to nine years, don't break the ways

Then they call me [?] cause I [?]

Got me on the [?] tryna get my chips

The quickest way I came, I'm Mopreme

Forty acres and more bread outta state

[?] stand down for my credit

Somethin' like that is somethin' essential

Even in the O, San Diego, Sacramento

Don't get it twisted, I can be pimpin'

Show a killa rate, they keepin' it real

Workin' words with my niggas


[Chorus: Ray Luv]

When it rains in the game, fool it don't stop

Dirty macks and backstabbers watch the Glock pop

Fuck em all, I'ma ball like my grandpops

Gets no better, stormy weather 'til they all drop

When it rains in the game, fool it don't stop

Dirty macks and backstabbers watch the Glock pop

Fuck em all, I'ma ball like my grandpops

Gets no better, stormy weather 'til they all drop


[Verse 4: Ray Luv]

Through the rain, even through the sleet and snow

I'ma be about my dough, rappin' 'til I can't no more

Ain't no more golds, that's entertainer

Makin' mail, Link Crew, niggas got this game for sale

Everyday my mind drifts away to the Bahamas

Fuck the drama and backstabbing baby mamas

Even my brothers involved in somethin' hustla hatin'

They want my blood, I see em as they lay there waitin'

I stay creatin', the only way of ventilatin'

Call it survival, cash money generatin'

The game gets thicker and brown liquor makes it better

That stormy weather got muthafuckas gettin' wet up

You'll never let up, the street sweeper don't shut up

Watch where the setup, when you fall, nigga keep your head up

True to the game, even rain can't harm me

You need to off me, the weather stormin', it's gettin' stormy


[Chorus: Ray Luv]

When it rains in the game, fool it don't stop

Dirty macks and backstabbers watch the Glock pop

Fuck em all, I'ma ball like my grandpops

Gets no better, stormy weather 'til they all drop

When it rains in the game, fool it don't stop

Dirty macks and backstabbers watch the Glock pop

Fuck em all, I'ma ball like my grandpops

Gets no better, stormy weather 'til they all drop

When it rains in the game, fool it don't stop

Dirty macks and backstabbers watch the Glock pop

Fuck em all, I'ma ball like my grandpops

Gets no better, stormy weather 'til they all drop


[Outro: Khayree]

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It's just a little bit of that game y'all

It's just a little bit of that game

It's just a little bit of that game y'all

It's just a little bit of that game

It's just a little bit of that game y'all

It's just a little bit of that game

It's just a little bit of that game y'all

It's just a little bit of that game