You ever get to the point where you so You ready to up? You ready to end it all? do it dog, word up I don't if you Black, White, Latin, Asian, whatever We all go pain When you think use your soul, baby
Preliminary is over with, the verdict is in I took the rap throne I reigned krills in eighty-seven, my name is on the map It feels like a razor down the middle of my
They slept on my lyrical to blow Gave nigga credit for inventin' my flow I'm a of God, witness the risin' son From the to the grave, I remain number one
This thing of ours, got competition red showers Grievin' callin 1-800-flowers My repertoire burn ashes in the urn Is it God or money that really make the turn?
Grab your gun, the ones from the real funds Inhale and hold it in your lungs The was requestin' some original LL A soundtrack for niggaz that was in [Incomprehensible]
They lookin' for a leader can guide 'em through the maze Smoke filled rooms, breathin' in purple Nigga's on the bricks his whole He ain't got nuttin' to live for, so fuck right
But if you stay in the rain like Gold melts down but it fear flames Toxic, lethal, evil Genocide was on the Black people
And the ghetto is a trap glass walls I sell drugs, be a rap thug, or play ball? We end up in the grave The cat and LL Cool 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! 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 line I can't think! Mo' murder every day 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, cats is hard to find Even a nigga moms hate it when he to shine
Get the and run, dodge the devil and his sons Spit powerful parables like a has begun the turntables up, leave the DJ awestruck Attitude is what, keep the razor tucked
Too much flossin'll get your touched Too rappin'll get your big mouth shut your neck nigga, you'll get it in the gut You wearin' a vest? What if you get throat cut
Sold your for a dollar, now you havin' bad luck Used to a bad bitch in the crib baggin' up Player here, player there, 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 cars and gold teeth, G-strings and The almighty dollar replace the ring 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 feel I'm losin' my I think! Could it be the ill beats and rhymes? I can't think! Even though I'm a one of a 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 rather get paid and I think! It's all about survival God "You the epilogue by James Todd"
Think about it yo, about it Think about it yo, think it about it yo, think about it Think about it yo, think 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 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 Judas on your
it to the world and I'm tellin' it like it is Tossin' lyrical and sendin' 'em in your wig Know where the body's buried, I ain't where it is Raised inside the ghetto, but it I wanna live
The legendary of lyrical combat But no competition, ain't nobody to go at So I'ma the time and spit a universal verse Hit the with a blessin' and erase the curse
I can't think! Why do I feel I'm my mind? I can't think! it be the ill beats 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 line I can't think! Mo' murder every day the way I can't think! I'd get paid and parlay I can't think! It's all survival God "You the epilogue by James Todd"