You ever get to the point you so frustrated You ready to give up? You ready to end it do it dog, word up I don't if you Black, White, Latin, Asian, whatever We all go pain When you can't think use soul, baby
Preliminary discussions is over with, the is in I the rap throne back I reigned like in eighty-seven, my name is on the map It feels like a razor down the of my back
They slept on my lyrical ability to Gave another nigga credit for 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 red showers mothers callin 1-800-flowers My repertoire your ashes in the urn Is it God or money that make the world turn?
Grab your gun, separate the ones from the real deep and hold it in your lungs The streets was requestin' some LL A soundtrack for niggaz that was raised in
They lookin' for a leader that can 'em through the maze Smoke filled rooms, breathin' in purple Nigga's on the bricks his life He ain't got nuttin' to for, so fuck livin' right
But if you stay in the rain hurricane melts down but it don't fear flames Toxic, lethal, psychologically 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, life and Until then may my mic stay blessed, to the
I can't think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my 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 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! It's all about God "You know the by James Todd"
Put life on the line, you runnin' out of time The callin', she know she on a nigga mind the dogs, real cats is hard to find Even a nigga moms hate it he start to shine
Get the money and run, dodge the devil and his Spit parables like a sermon has begun Fuck the up, leave the DJ awestruck Attitude is what, keep the razor tucked
Too much flossin'll get reputation touched Too much rappin'll get your big mouth Protect your neck nigga, get it in the gut You wearin' a 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 told you that black supposed to be shared And you never judge a by the texture of her hair
Fancy and gold teeth, G-strings and things The almighty dollar replace the wedding The Ark of the Covenant was held by a I ain't tradin' my soul in for skins and rims
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 though I'm a one of a I can't think! I want the paper, that's 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! It's all about God "You know the epilogue by Todd"
Think about it yo, think it Think about it yo, think it about it yo, think about it Think it yo, think about it
The dawn, of a new millennium, came to The world revolves around sex or The man's motto, "Kiss my ass!" in kindergarten are strapped, ready to blast
All I ever seen was killers and dope Feds magazine 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 and I'm tellin' it like it is Tossin' lyrical daggers and 'em in your wig Know where the buried, I ain't sayin' where it is Raised inside the ghetto, but damn it I live
The master of lyrical combat But no competition, ain't nobody to go at So I'ma take the time and a universal verse Hit the streets with a and erase the curse
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! Even 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 and parlay I can't think! It's all survival God "You know the by James Todd"