Good God Almighty

Yo

Alright

It's that new Wooden Leather

[Skinny DeVille]

Yo, well it's a new day, full of them grits

You cooked the Sunday meal at 6

Lets get it while this gettin good cause Granny ain't gon' live forever

Season changin, we like these dependin on the weather

Look what we doin, summer's ruined, fall y'all pack y'all sweater

Somebody told me war was comin, y'all just stack y'all cheddar, better

Checked my mail the other day and Sam done sent a letter

I opened it and line for line it said I was a sucka

The nerve of this motherfucker, claimin he's my uncle

Good God almighty, Lord have mercy, think that we's in trouble

Please send some help like quick, fast, do it on the double (9-1-1)

The line been busy for days, hell maybe weeks

I've been tossin and turnin, back and forth, ensurin my 40 winks

[Ron Clutch]

Yeah I feel you dude

I be watchin the tube, toastin the rude

Notice the news ain't nothin but scandels and murder

War and destruction, poor keep sufferin

Lord it's troublin, the more you be hustlin the more you strugglin

[Chorus - Skinny DeVille (R. Prophit)]

Well good God almighty look at what we have here

(And it feels so good to be herrrrrre)

I said good God almighty look at what we have here

(Welcome, this is Wooden Leather)

Well good God almighty look at what we have here

(And it feels so good to be herrrrrre)

I said good God almighty look at what we have here

(This is now Wooden Leather)

[Big V]

Trouble in my life got me hollerin baby

We be at 'em poor so I'm goin crazy

Anthrax on letters, little daddy just paged me

War got me worried, I been prayin lately

How will I live? Listen here, "life is still a bitch"

Money don't change shit, stuck in the same shit

To get it all, gotta risk it all or forget it dawg

A winner ain't a quitter and a quitter ain't a winner

[R. Prophit]

I just be steppin around the block cause I was doin my thing

My crew been kickin off all them rocks, just let my cellular ring

V said he heard a couple of shots, word is that they copped them a sting

I burn shit once my lyric drop, one false move and you're stained

We're pushin 'em 10 dollars a pop and I got exact change

It's like investin in NASDAQ had me caught in the rain

I'm 'bout to pull the mask out and have 'em screamin in vain

And I be puttin them tracks out and it's all for the brain

[Chorus]

[B. Stille - singing]

Well we done seen everything under the sun

And been done what shouldn'ta been done

Y'all never heard of the blacks still young

Now that's one bad son-of-a-gun

[B. Stille - rapping]

Steppin out in the cowboy banana brim

Once you rockin camel skin like (?) Tim

DJ make this record spin, let my family in

Management go get the checks so we can begin

[Scales]

Well if it's good never turn it down

Wood still burn it down

And learn how to handle them

Plans you can cancel them (cancel them)

[R. Prophit - singing]

What you know no good

And what you know no good

What you know no good

And what you know no good