You ever get to the where you so frustrated You ready to give up? You to end it all? do it dog, word up I don't care if you Black, White, Latin, Asian, We all go pain 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 like a razor down the middle of my back
They slept on my ability to blow another nigga credit for inventin' 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 Grievin' mothers 1-800-flowers My repertoire burn your in the urn Is it God or money that really make the turn?
Grab gun, separate the ones from the real funds Inhale deep and it in your lungs The streets was requestin' original LL A soundtrack for niggaz was raised in [Incomprehensible]
They lookin' for a leader can guide 'em through the maze Smoke rooms, breathin' in purple haze Nigga's on the his whole life He ain't got nuttin' to for, so fuck livin' right
But if you stay in the like hurricane Gold down but it don't fear flames Toxic, lethal, psychologically Genocide was on the Black people
And the ghetto is a trap with glass I sell drugs, be a rap thug, or play ball? We end up in the anyway The cat and LL Cool J It's a ending cycle, life and death then may my mic stay blessed, to the death
I can't think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my I can't think! Could it be the ill and rhymes? I can't think! Even though I'm a one of a I think! I want the paper, that's just the bottom line I can't think! Mo' every day around the way I think! I'd rather get paid and parlay I can't think! It's all survival God "You know the epilogue by Todd"
Put your on the line, you runnin' out of time The coroner's callin', she she on a nigga mind Amongst the dogs, cats is hard to find Even a moms hate it when he start to shine
Get the money and run, the devil and his sons powerful parables like a sermon has begun Fuck the turntables up, the DJ awestruck Attitude is what, keep the razor blade
Too much flossin'll get reputation touched Too much rappin'll get big mouth shut Protect your nigga, you'll get it in the gut You wearin' a vest? 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 here, player there, nigga 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 gold teeth, and things The almighty dollar the wedding ring The Ark of the was held by a king I ain't tradin' my soul in for and chrome rims
I can't think! Why do I 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 want the paper, that's just the bottom I think! Mo' murder every day around the way I can't think! I'd get paid and parlay I can't think! It's all about God "You know the by James Todd"
Think about it yo, think it Think it yo, think about it Think about it yo, think it about it yo, think about it
The dawn, of a new millennium, came to The world revolves around sex or The Black motto, "Kiss my ass!" Shorties in are strapped, ready to blast
All I ever seen was killers and fiends From Feds magazine to the of killer Queens 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 sendin' 'em in wig Know where the body's buried, I ain't where it is Raised inside the ghetto, but damn it I wanna
The master of lyrical combat But ain't no competition, nobody to go at So I'ma take the and spit a universal verse Hit the with a blessin' and erase the curse
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! though 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 day around the way I can't think! I'd rather get paid and I think! It's all about survival God "You know the by James Todd"