You ever get to the point where you so You ready to give up? You ready to end it do it dog, word up I care if you Black, White, Latin, Asian, whatever We all go pain When you can't think use your soul,
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 like a razor the middle of my back
They slept on my lyrical ability to Gave nigga credit for inventin' my flow I'm a of God, witness the risin' son the cradle to the grave, I remain number one
This thing of ours, got takin' red showers mothers callin 1-800-flowers My burn your ashes in the urn Is it God or money that really make the world
Grab your gun, separate the ones the real funds Inhale deep and hold it in your The streets was requestin' original LL A soundtrack for niggaz was raised in [Incomprehensible]
They lookin' for a that can guide 'em through the maze Smoke rooms, breathin' in purple haze Nigga's on the his whole life He ain't got to live for, so fuck livin' right
But if you stay in the rain like Gold melts down but it don't fear Toxic, lethal, evil Genocide was committed on the Black
And the ghetto is a 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, life and Until then may my mic stay blessed, to the
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! 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 get paid and parlay I can't think! all about survival God "You the epilogue by James Todd"
Put your life on the line, you runnin' out of The coroner's callin', she know she on a nigga Amongst the dogs, real is hard to find a nigga moms hate it when he start to shine
Get the and run, dodge the devil and his sons Spit powerful parables like a has begun Fuck the turntables up, the DJ awestruck is what, keep the razor blade tucked
Too much get your reputation touched Too much get your big mouth shut Protect your nigga, you'll get it in the gut You a vest? What if you get your throat cut
your soul for a dollar, now you havin' bad luck Used to keep a bad in the crib baggin' up Player here, player there, nigga you out But told you beware Never told you that black supposed to be shared And you never a woman by the texture of her hair
Fancy cars and gold teeth, and things The almighty dollar replace the wedding The Ark of the was held by a king I ain't tradin' my soul in for skins and chrome
I can't think! Why do I feel I'm my mind? I can't think! 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 line I think! Mo' murder every day around the way I can't think! I'd rather get and parlay I can't think! all about survival God "You the epilogue by James Todd"
Think about it yo, about it Think about it yo, about it about it yo, think about it Think about it yo, think it
The dawn, of a new millennium, came to The world around sex or cash The man's motto, "Kiss my ass!" Shorties in are strapped, ready to blast
All I seen was killers and dope fiends Feds magazine to the heart of killer Queens Bronx and Brooklyn and everything up in No what, you always got a Judas on your team
it to the world and I'm tellin' it like it is Tossin' daggers and sendin' 'em in your wig Know where the body's buried, I ain't sayin' it is Raised inside the ghetto, but it I wanna live
The legendary master of combat But ain't no competition, ain't to go at So I'ma the time and spit a universal verse Hit the streets with a blessin' and the curse
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 just the bottom I can't think! Mo' murder day around 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"