You ever get to the where you so frustrated You to give up? You ready to end it all? do it dog, word up I care if you Black, White, Latin, Asian, whatever We all go through When you can't use your soul, baby
Preliminary discussions is with, the verdict is in I took the rap throne I reigned like krills in eighty-seven, my is on the map It like a razor down the middle of my back
They slept on my ability to blow Gave another nigga credit for my flow I'm a child of God, witness the son the cradle to the grave, I remain number one
This thing of ours, got competition takin' red mothers callin 1-800-flowers My repertoire burn ashes in the urn Is it God or money that really the world turn?
your gun, separate the ones from the real funds Inhale deep and it in your lungs The streets was requestin' some LL A soundtrack for niggaz that was raised in
lookin' for a leader that can guide 'em through the maze Smoke filled rooms, in purple haze Nigga's on the bricks his whole He ain't got nuttin' to for, so fuck livin' right
But if you stay in the rain like melts down but it don't fear flames Toxic, lethal, evil Genocide was committed on the people
And the ghetto is a trap with walls Should I sell drugs, be a rap thug, or ball? We end up in the anyway The average cat and LL J It's a ending cycle, life and death Until may my mic stay blessed, to the death
I can't think! Why do I I'm losin' my mind? I can't think! Could it be the ill and rhymes? I can't think! though I'm a one of a kind I can't think! I want the paper, that's just the line I can't think! Mo' murder day around the way I can't think! I'd get paid and parlay I can't think! It's all survival God "You know the by James Todd"
Put your on the line, you runnin' out of time The coroner's callin', she know she on a mind Amongst the dogs, real is hard to find Even a nigga moms it when he start to shine
Get the money and run, dodge the and his sons powerful parables like a sermon has begun Fuck the up, leave the DJ awestruck Attitude is what, keep the blade tucked
Too much get your reputation touched Too much get your big mouth shut your neck nigga, you'll get it in the gut You a vest? What if you get your throat cut
Sold your soul for a dollar, now you bad luck to keep a bad bitch in the crib baggin' up Player here, there, nigga turned you out But never told you Never you that black love supposed to be shared And you never a woman by the texture of her hair
Fancy cars and teeth, G-strings and things The almighty dollar replace the wedding The Ark of the Covenant was held by a I ain't my soul in for skins and chrome rims
I can't think! Why do I I'm losin' my mind? I can't think! Could it be the ill and rhymes? I think! Even though I'm a one of a kind I can't think! I want the paper, that's just the bottom I think! Mo' murder every day around the way I can't think! I'd get paid and parlay I think! It's all about survival God "You know the by James Todd"
Think about it yo, about it Think it yo, think about it Think about it yo, about it Think it yo, think about it
The dawn, of a new millennium, to pass The world revolves around sex or The Black motto, "Kiss my ass!" in kindergarten are strapped, ready to blast
All I ever seen was and dope fiends From Feds magazine to the of killer Queens Bronx and Brooklyn and up in between No matter what, you always got a Judas on team
Givin' it to the and I'm tellin' it like it is Tossin' lyrical daggers and sendin' 'em in wig Know where the body's buried, I ain't sayin' it is Raised inside the ghetto, but damn it I wanna
The legendary master of combat But ain't no competition, ain't to go at So take the time and spit a universal verse Hit the streets a blessin' and erase the curse
I can't think! Why do I feel I'm my mind? I think! Could it be the ill beats and rhymes? I think! Even though I'm a one of a kind I can't think! I the paper, that's just the bottom line I can't think! Mo' murder day around the way I think! I'd rather get paid and parlay I can't think! all about survival God "You the epilogue by James Todd"