In my heart, in my I'm win anytime Tell me to wait, give me a And I'm gon' I'm gon' (9X)
man, do not get my block pissed, we'll blast your brain! Two dollar whips and chains Crooked cops, crips, cocaine, Tupac, Chris, I'm still the pain Seven girl shot and slain What all mean We're goin' In this struggle, stress, mayhem and I'm from we do not eat organic (talk about it) See my mama cannot afford Whole She break with a prayer, call it soul food Where I come Let it Where I come No one runs when run low In lump we choose the dum dum dum bullets, dun dun We humdrum in the slums scum conceal stun guns The mum for fun, son ain't pretty In this cesspool called New York I call it 'cause it smells like shit Walk around hunchback or you get hit I a nigger who sold crack to his moms The same motherfucker sold to his kids Lookin' 300 comin' back from his bid, like "Pharoahe, let's get this for real"
He said "Pharoahe, get this money up!" the fuck? What you need me to holler at Steve Let him escape from New York like Snake I told you from the gate that you needed marketing And these labels is not listening Stood in a stance, teeth glistening the gold in his mouth, the summer breeze was whistling I contemplated my retort, fixed in On a crucifix around his I he was Christian Just then the police it pitched into the sound Track to the hood so I spoke conviction Spoke as if I was 6'10", skin, Put a little bass in my voice pitch bend 'Cause where I come Where I come from, we all come Sky, moon, stars, and a sun skin tones, the blood is one The pen is the to my automatic I bring to fruition I write to get me out of the slums And I'ma shine, sh-sh-shine, shine, Shine like the sun, the world is Each is speech designed to transcend time and reach The unborn and transform mind And shine
New York If in the house If you're it out without a doubt You know what I'm about Just and shout say (sh-sh-shine shine shine) Now with the funky beats Gettin' wild on the See the mark of the Say the police up, X?] (Sh-sh-shine shine) Chi-town, with the funky by the pound, just get on down What the do you WOAH! Say (sh-sh-shine shine) West coast side the most Holding your and boast Everybody say shine shine dirty (repeats)