You ever get to the where you so frustrated You to give up? You ready to end it all? Don't do it dog, up I don't if you Black, White, Latin, Asian, whatever We all go pain When you can't use your soul, baby
Preliminary discussions is over with, the is in I took the rap back I like krills in eighty-seven, my name is on the map It feels like a razor down the middle of my
They slept on my ability to blow Gave another nigga for inventin' my flow I'm a child of God, witness the son From the cradle to the grave, I number one
This thing of ours, got competition takin' red mothers callin 1-800-flowers My repertoire your ashes in the urn Is it God or money that make the world turn?
Grab gun, separate the ones from the real funds Inhale deep and hold it in your The streets was requestin' some LL A soundtrack for niggaz that was raised in
They for a leader that can guide 'em through the maze Smoke rooms, breathin' in purple haze on the bricks his whole life He ain't got nuttin' to live for, so fuck right
But if you stay in the rain hurricane Gold melts down but it fear flames Toxic, lethal, psychologically Genocide was on the Black people
And the ghetto is a trap with glass Should I sell drugs, be a rap thug, or play We end up in the anyway The average cat and LL J It's a never ending cycle, and death Until then may my mic stay blessed, to the
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! 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 think! I'd rather get paid and parlay I can't think! It's all about God "You know the epilogue by Todd"
Put your life on the line, you runnin' out of The coroner's callin', she she on a nigga mind Amongst the dogs, real cats is to find a nigga moms hate it when he start to shine
Get the and run, dodge the devil and his sons Spit powerful like a sermon has begun Fuck the turntables up, leave the DJ is what, keep the razor blade tucked
Too much flossin'll get your reputation Too much rappin'll get your big shut your neck nigga, you'll get it in the gut You wearin' a What if you get your throat cut
Sold soul for a dollar, now you havin' bad luck Used to keep a bad bitch in the crib up Player here, there, nigga turned you out But never you beware Never told you black love supposed to be shared And you never judge a woman by the texture of her
Fancy and gold teeth, G-strings and things The almighty dollar replace the wedding The Ark of the Covenant was by a king I ain't my soul in for skins and chrome rims
I can't think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my I can't think! it be the ill beats and rhymes? I can't think! though I'm a one of a kind I think! I want 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 paid and I can't think! It's all about God "You know the epilogue by Todd"
Think about it yo, think it Think it yo, think about it Think about it yo, about it Think about it yo, think it
The dawn, of a new millennium, came to The world revolves around sex or The Black motto, "Kiss my ass!" Shorties in are strapped, ready to blast
All I ever seen was killers and dope From Feds to the heart of killer Queens Bronx and Brooklyn and up in between No matter what, you always got a on your team
Givin' it to the world and I'm tellin' it it is Tossin' lyrical and sendin' 'em in your wig where the body's buried, I ain't sayin' where it is Raised inside the ghetto, but damn it I wanna
The legendary master of lyrical But ain't no competition, nobody to go at So I'ma take the and spit a universal verse Hit the streets a blessin' and erase the curse
I can't think! Why do I I'm losin' my mind? I think! Could it be the ill beats 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 bottom I can't think! Mo' murder day around the way I can't think! I'd rather get and parlay I can't think! It's all about God "You know the epilogue by Todd"