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Testing one, two, three,
4-tay, Rag Top records, nineteen-ninety-six
West up, do this

Yeah 4, you done finally got that parole
Yeah man, was long coming trying get that, man
I that 4, but a lot of people don't know
What done been through bro'

Man, a done been in this rap game for ten years, man
I've been from hell and back, you know
But gon' have to do
Is lay it down and it up like a shoestring
Okay, this here

Allow me to take you down memory lane
When a was so young in this rap game
Yeah, if you had a you best to knock a sucker out
Because wouldn't about to let you in the house

Yeah, we had to em' in the days
have glock, never seen a twelve gauge
Wasn't no banging n' gang affiliated
Brother had to go to school in the to get a rep

Always wanted to bust a gang of raps
And be the first player to put on the map
So add this to the list of hits that be knocking for the new year
I'ma vet in this industry, you wet behind the ear

Shit, I even the San Quinton blues
Used to that motherfucker every night, I paid my dues

I the talk, but now I'm walking the walk
What up, fool, huh yeah, yeah, what,

I'm from the west but I ride the saddle
Used to do a lot of
But you money are your trunk rattle
Ever the solar system, boys clubbing house parties

Rap at Booker T'S, man it was everybody
Snatching it taking it swoop on stuff all the way
Once me and O' hit the jets, man we was
Up the stairs to the vacant house, we're we practice at

We didn't have a studio so man we had to with that
No reel to reels, no mic, just the
Paper and oen and I was in, the of the ghetto
Trying to pursue my dream, to make things right

I posted up at other shows begging to get the mic
I was kicking down doors, up, like the 49 years
All I wanted to do was a rap before the headliners
They me to the left, I said alright, that's cool
Now you call my booking agent, everyday, I paid my

I talked the talk, but now I'm walking the
What up, fool, huh yeah, yeah, what,

The difference is you're about the game you see I'm living in
And all my R.I.P, I'LL see you in a minute
Before I cut I to shock it 'cause I'm still pissed
For my mistakes, dates and the time I missed

A lot of deputies in correctional
I kept ass up all night, but now they feeling me
From banging on the and busting raps off the top ten
Bet you never I be the entertainer of the year

But why not, 'cause I've got, it takes to represent
Crowd could be a hundred thousand, I'm never
ask Franky J. to drop me an old school beat
Them funky instrumentals kept me of the

They kept me motivated, I was underrated
I bet my real folks surprised when I made it
Plus I gave digits back to the parole board
So now I'm cool, I'd been paid my

I talked the talk, but now I'm the walk
up, fool, huh yeah, yeah, what, what