You get to the point where you so frustrated You to give up? You ready to end it all? do it dog, word up I don't care if you Black, White, Latin, Asian, We all go through When you can't use your soul, baby
Preliminary is over with, the verdict is in I took the rap back I reigned krills in eighty-seven, my name is on the map It like a razor down the middle of my back
slept on my lyrical ability to blow Gave nigga credit for inventin' my flow I'm a child of God, the risin' son the cradle to the grave, I remain number one
This thing of ours, got takin' red showers Grievin' mothers 1-800-flowers My repertoire burn your in the urn Is it God or money that really make the turn?
Grab your gun, separate the ones the real funds Inhale deep and hold it in lungs The streets was some original LL A for niggaz that was raised in [Incomprehensible]
They lookin' for a leader that can guide 'em the maze Smoke filled rooms, breathin' in purple Nigga's on the his whole life He ain't got nuttin' to live for, so fuck livin'
But if you in the rain like hurricane Gold melts down but it fear flames Toxic, lethal, psychologically Genocide was committed on the people
And the ghetto is a with glass walls Should I sell drugs, be a rap thug, or ball? We end up in the grave The average cat and LL J It's a never ending cycle, 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 beats and I can't think! though I'm a one of a kind I can't think! I the paper, that's just the bottom line I think! Mo' murder every day around the way I can't think! I'd rather get and parlay I can't think! It's all about God "You the epilogue by James Todd"
Put your life on the line, you out of time The callin', she know she on a nigga mind Amongst the dogs, cats is hard to find Even a moms hate it when he start to shine
Get the money and run, dodge the devil and his Spit powerful parables like a sermon has the turntables up, leave the DJ awestruck Attitude is what, keep the razor blade
Too much flossin'll get your reputation Too much get your big mouth shut Protect neck nigga, you'll get it in the gut You wearin' a vest? What if you get your cut
Sold your for a dollar, now you havin' bad luck Used to a bad bitch in the crib baggin' up here, player there, nigga turned you out But told you beware Never told you black love supposed to be shared And you judge a woman by the texture of her hair
Fancy and gold teeth, G-strings and things The almighty dollar the wedding ring The Ark of the was held by a king I tradin' my soul in for skins and chrome rims
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 think! I want the paper, that's just the bottom line I can't think! Mo' murder day around the way I can't think! I'd rather get and parlay I can't think! all about survival God "You know the epilogue by Todd"
Think about it yo, think it about it yo, think about it Think it yo, think about it Think it yo, think about it
The dawn, of a new millennium, to pass The world revolves around sex or The man's motto, "Kiss my ass!" Shorties in 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 on your team
Givin' it to the and I'm tellin' it like it is Tossin' lyrical and sendin' 'em in your wig Know where the body's buried, I sayin' where it is Raised the ghetto, but damn it I wanna live
The legendary of lyrical combat But ain't no competition, ain't to go at So I'ma take the and spit a universal verse Hit the streets with a and erase the curse
I can't think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my I think! Could it be the ill beats and rhymes? I can't think! Even I'm a one of a kind I can't think! I want the paper, that's just the bottom I can't think! Mo' murder every day the way I can't think! I'd get paid and parlay I can't think! all about survival God "You know the by James Todd"