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Well yo, they used to say that Dray was a bum Cos when it to profit, son I really wasn't gettin none The wildest motherfucker that you saw They used to call me Petey Wheezthrow, the son-in-law Now I'm in the shit, a fly I was buggin From robbing to stealin to dealin, yo, and muggin Sellin in the high school halls Playin it slick I kept the balms up in some balls I used to run across the bridge my peeps I a tray-8, in dem days I was playin for keeps I to roll around my hat and all day Lookin for a prey that we could rob on niggas for their jewels if they're worthy
Made a of hits and then we jetted back to Jersey '86 And '87 was the Had the hat, rock the raccoon fur coat yeah Keep em in disguise and nigga don't ya See yeah Saturday, we robbed another at the rink The beats was showin up at my rest Askin "Does a certain Drayzie live at address? Yes?" The spot was hotter than the sun, without a I had the choice to go to and get the fuck out I hit the South like a bandit cos I was stranded Virginia State in '88, you know that's where I I couldn't stand it, was feelin strange I it outta range but yo, my shit was just about the dough
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Yo bust a move, peep the Cos I'm a take you back to the days of envelope trays Twenty-something years ago as I proceed to A newborn shorty had to 'ford off Bushwick Bless the days, Pops to get forth the and fifth Damn, fam got to the tenth flo' down four flights to the sixth This was around the time reefer was the shit But now the a little bigger I was the first man in the fam so it's for a nigga Had my clan from my building and my man from Wit me we hit the jams behind 2-57 Mom's babysittin, on the hustle 54 Block was on lock, bust a
Game rip, some niggas slipped and got Believe me, another "rest in peace" in But I couldn't resist a few and petty heists Cos now I'm 'cross town in the My nights are a little quieter but still the schemes for the fun Where run guns and blow slums with the bums And motherfuckers don't I the street game so I stashed the green leaf by the air You couldn't tell me shit, evil was more eager than a Kept it fresh, double-parked in the But I got deceased this behavior-type flavor And do Moms a favor, go to school and get this paper So what's the cos now I'm all in At State, now let the bullshit begin
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It was '89 and yo, I'm out of fights I'm runnin with this named Books from Crown Heights Gettin from the flow-up, we're drinkin til we throw up We're thinkin we can blow up so to class we wouldn't up Well so what? You fucked the holdup and went whatever's bucked the leathers, son I got to get my shit together Gettin drunk, gettin flunked in is what's the function Smokin blunts-in, son we need to stop We're goin huntin, Virginia have shit for us That's why we broke out Dice and blitzed into blue chorus busy, flippin rhymes on the weekend The deal we was seekin from styles we was
But yo, now it's '91 and me and son we got to (Aiyo it was a rap contest, nuttin we handle) And yo, something got ta happen or I'm a get the We got the blueprints to new style of rappin Packin from the sewer, I knew we had a shot Gotta go and blow the spot and show them how we rock, what? If PMD is it, yeah the cautious crew Makin all that money on that as usual (Tip tip tip) Tip, we flip the tongue and started They hit us with the digits to the in Long Island So, we packed the and my men we got swayz And never lookin back, that's how we thinkin
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