You get to the point where you so frustrated You ready to give up? You ready to end it Don't do it dog, up I don't if you Black, White, Latin, Asian, whatever We all go through When you think use your soul, baby
discussions is over with, the verdict is in I took the rap throne I reigned like krills in eighty-seven, my is on the map It feels a razor down the middle of my back
They slept on my lyrical ability to Gave another nigga credit for inventin' my I'm a of God, witness the risin' son From the cradle to the grave, I 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 really make the world turn?
Grab your gun, separate the from the real funds Inhale and hold it in your lungs The streets was requestin' some LL A soundtrack for niggaz that was in [Incomprehensible]
They lookin' for a leader that can guide 'em the maze Smoke filled rooms, in purple haze Nigga's on the bricks his whole He ain't got to live for, so fuck livin' right
But if you stay in the rain like Gold melts down but it fear flames Toxic, lethal, evil Genocide was committed on the people
And the is a trap with glass walls 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 blessed, to the death
I can't think! Why do I I'm losin' my mind? I can't think! it be the ill beats and rhymes? I can't think! Even I'm a one of a kind I think! I want the paper, that's just the bottom line I can't think! Mo' every day around the way I can't think! I'd rather get paid and I can't think! all about survival 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, real cats is to find a nigga moms hate it when he start to shine
Get the money and run, the devil and his sons Spit powerful like a sermon has begun Fuck the up, leave the DJ awestruck Attitude is what, keep the blade tucked
Too flossin'll get your reputation touched Too much rappin'll get your big mouth your neck nigga, you'll get it in the gut You wearin' a vest? What if you get your cut
Sold your soul for a dollar, now you havin' bad to keep a bad bitch in the crib baggin' up Player here, player there, turned you out But never you beware Never told you that love supposed to be shared And you judge a woman by the texture of her hair
Fancy cars and teeth, G-strings and things The dollar replace the wedding ring The Ark of the Covenant was by a king I ain't tradin' my soul in for skins and rims
I think! Why do I feel 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 the paper, that's just the bottom line I can't think! Mo' murder every day the way I can't think! I'd rather get paid and I can't think! It's all about God "You the epilogue by James Todd"
Think about it yo, about it Think about it yo, think it Think about it yo, about it Think about it yo, think it
The dawn, of a new millennium, came to The revolves around sex or cash The man's motto, "Kiss my ass!" in kindergarten are strapped, ready to blast
All I ever was killers and dope fiends From Feds magazine to the heart of killer Bronx and Brooklyn and everything up in No matter what, you always got a on your team
Givin' it to the and I'm tellin' it like it is Tossin' lyrical daggers and 'em in your wig Know the body's buried, I ain't sayin' where it is Raised the ghetto, but damn it I wanna live
The legendary of lyrical combat But ain't no competition, nobody to go at So I'ma take the time and spit a universal Hit the with a blessin' and erase the curse
I think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my mind? I think! Could it be the ill beats and rhymes? I can't think! Even 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 survival God "You know the by James Todd"