You ever get to the point where you so 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 think use your soul, baby
Preliminary discussions is with, the verdict is in I took the rap back I reigned like krills in eighty-seven, my is on the map It feels like a down the middle of my back
slept on my lyrical ability to blow Gave nigga credit for inventin' my flow I'm a of God, witness the risin' son From the cradle to the grave, I remain one
thing of ours, got competition takin' red showers Grievin' mothers callin My repertoire burn your in the urn Is it God or money that really the world turn?
Grab your gun, separate the ones from the real Inhale deep and hold it in lungs The was requestin' some original LL A soundtrack for niggaz that was raised in
They lookin' for a that can guide 'em through the maze Smoke filled rooms, breathin' in purple Nigga's on the bricks his life He got nuttin' to live for, so fuck livin' right
But if you stay in the rain like Gold down but it don't fear flames Toxic, lethal, psychologically Genocide was committed on the Black
And the is a trap with glass walls Should I sell drugs, be a rap thug, or ball? We end up in the anyway The average cat and LL J It's a never cycle, life and death then may my mic stay 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 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 think! It's all about survival God "You the epilogue by James Todd"
Put your life on the line, you runnin' out of The callin', she know she on a nigga mind Amongst the dogs, real cats is to find Even a nigga hate it when he start to shine
Get the and run, dodge the devil and his sons powerful parables like a sermon has begun Fuck the turntables up, leave the DJ Attitude is what, keep the razor blade
Too much flossin'll get your reputation 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 bad luck Used to keep a bad bitch in the crib up Player here, player there, turned you out But told you beware Never you that black love supposed to be shared And you never judge a woman by the texture of her
Fancy cars and teeth, G-strings and things The almighty dollar replace the wedding 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 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 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 survival God "You the epilogue by James Todd"
Think about it yo, about it about it yo, think about it Think about it yo, about it Think about it yo, about it
The dawn, of a new millennium, to pass The world revolves sex or cash The Black motto, "Kiss my ass!" Shorties in kindergarten are strapped, ready to
All I ever seen was killers and fiends From Feds magazine to the of killer Queens Bronx and Brooklyn and up in between No matter what, you always got a Judas on team
Givin' it to the world and I'm tellin' it it is lyrical daggers and sendin' 'em in your wig Know the body's buried, I ain't sayin' where it is inside the ghetto, but damn it I wanna live
The legendary master of lyrical But ain't no competition, nobody to go at So I'ma take the time and spit a verse Hit the streets with a blessin' and erase the
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 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 can't think! all about survival God "You know the epilogue by Todd"