Same Damn ThangMass Appeal

[Intro]
We wanna do what we wanna do
You know, everything we're thinking about is good
But like, when all the goodness is pushed outta you man
You only got one alternative, man
That’s to turn around and hook at each other
I can’t hook at the man sitting up in the office
Cause I’m down here in the south Bronx
So what do I do, I bump into somebody, man
And I fuck with him. And that's how we fight each other

[Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire]
[?? Forward to forests in South Sudan]
But shorties love stuntin’ the [?]
On the acid tabs and dingy denim clad, the South Bronx
(juice clans)
Rubble kings in this concrete kingdom
Fifteen with the killers, Mystique and the chic villain
Pubescent warrior, baby face but his heart devoid of
All remorse from days of Genocidal Holocaust
Can’t tangle loose of the grips of this fixed system
Twisted guns on ourselves cause we mixed in misvision
Chapelle and angel dust
Tore my halo and devil horns
Scorned by this country’s swords
Since the day I was first born
These politicians lining their pockets with our blood
Smother our mommas cries to call us rebels and thugs
Chaotic outlaws and battling the trap
Don’t raffle shit with my pack
Strikes on my back and now I can’t turn back
The same song echoes through project halls
Amid the [?] in Senegal
Through Compton and Chi-raq
Where killers crawl - where killers crawl
Where killers crawl - where killers crawl

[Hook]
Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten Island
Wilding, riding on the train
Same, the same damn thang
Same damn thang that you see today
Detroit, L.A., B’More, Houston
Trooping, shooting
It’s the same, it’s the same damn thang
Same damn thang
Same damn thang and it’s a shame

[Ghostface Killah]
He didn’t know that Hershey kiss
Was the X-Lax
The 'OG Kush' Wu Wu is the extract
Stuffed in fly jeans, it’s tough
Middle o’ the lane
Supported by live grains it’s rough
The Mink, the collars
Snow White rubbing my earlobe
In the caves of Guyana
I’m wearing that rare gold
Pardon me, I’m here for Goliath
I’m a OD, I’m killing this nigga
Like Len Bias
Drop his head in the turkey fire
Fry this nigga real quick in his whole attire
Finish, back to the trap house
Filet mignons is being flipped
Getting dome on a black couch
The low budge’ low go flicks we into
Serial killer who axe swings like a pendulum (yeah)
We come together like bible study
To plot the plan to conquer
Just to get money - just to get money
Just to get money - just to get money
Just to get money

[Hook]
Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten Island
Wilding, riding on the train
Same, the same damn thang
Same damn thang that you see today
Detroit, L.A., B’More, Houston
Trooping, shooting
It’s the same, it’s the same damn thang
Same damn thang
Same damn thang and it’s a shame

[Boldy James]
And it’s the same damn thing
Same damn scene
Same soldier from the field
In the same fatigues
With the same M16
Same cup, red here sipping Lean
Out the same canteen
With the same regime
Dirty by name, niggas can’t stay clean
Keys coming from overseas
Shipped straight from Beijing
Smoking weed, selling ‘Yay’ to the fiends
Living life at high speed
While I’m chasing this cheese
Put in one for the team, my youngest sixteen
He was carried home from the bench
Screaming "We the Medellín!"
With felonious dreams
Killin' any and everything
Four pair 23’s and the eight of the green
He lettin it ring, involved in the ecstasy ring
Ran from Detroit to Shreveport
L.A. to Queens
From B/More to E. Quest
Philly to Palm Springs
Savannah back to Tampa
S&S to the Greens
They wanna hear my long J
But nothing is few, far, and in between
In Detroit, city of kings

[Hook]
Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten Island
Wilding, riding on the train
Same, the same damn thang
Same damn thang that you see today
Detroit, L.A., B’More, Houston Trooping, shooting
It’s the same, it’s the same damn thang
Same damn thang
Same damn thang and it’s a shame

[Hook]
Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten Island
Wilding, riding on the train
Same, the same damn thang
Same damn thang that you see today
Detroit, L.A., B’More, Houston Trooping, shooting
It’s the same, it’s the same damn thang
Same damn thang
Same damn thang and it’s a shame