Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah,
For niggaz up in they crib listenin' To this Nas shit wishin' it was then Instead a, me on this on this beach with palm trees with umbrellas straws telling it raw
Jungle of concrete killers and I was amongst that Bundles of crack through this funnel black I want you to vision through my telescope see the I wrote It's Reynolds when I wrap it a envelope package
And they would send the back then Numbers, pimpin' and robbin', well, they still robbin' and But small change compare to hip hoppin' And did I mention millions of lip poppin'
Trips expensive gift whip drivin' Benz's, Jeeps, see, and they bitch got one It's shockin' you thinkin' naw it's rhymin' But all time it's like organized crimin'
For instance there was a when there was a line Between streets and but now peep how it's mixed in The is now sickenin', everybody got paper Words of power of it the cops hate ya
The government watchin' all of those who it They wanna lock us up they kids are lovin' it Not that most rappers are straight ass The ring out, whenever we clash it's Star Wars
We it Star Wars What happens when the ring out, Star Wars We call it Wars
Caviar never, I rather the blacken Catfish no snails nigga to please Met a bad bitch in her cheeks She remembers Busy B battles it was peace
Caught driftin' in thought 'cause now it's different I thought Niggaz was off the shit I record Like I was brought up off Planet Rock Kurtis Blow, James Todd Smith, Shannon Scott, LaRock in the
Why would they fuck with a don, witness Him and his co-defendants, I eat 'em like Charms With two percent low fat milk, five percent pro black It's nothin' had a motherfucker
I don't think about it talkin' there's a lot of gossip That I'm a prophet or I go back to my projects Can I? Does a plant grow from a yes Do trees grow from a forest y'all are clitoris
Y'all niggaz roll with any click winnin' any crew whatever's trendy, even they leave me too Ain't enough room in town What is beef ghetto word spitters with crowns, Star Wars
'Cause this is Wars, shots ring out everywhere, Star Wars this is Star Wars, shots ring out
This ain't no or MTV, or Joan Rivers fashion police Not you read in tabloid seats These are MC's that by the code, it's hard for me to spit it Because the game was supposed to be sold we
from the streets we the voice of the youth America's was given a the mic booth Nike boots, leathers and jean, jewelry, cribs and Rappers not on your nine to five jobs
Entertainment, this is our this is our language regions speakin' east and west gang shit You got your shit like, Common Sense But even he had drama with the Don Mega
the words get twisted at times it's rules What you is different from the block whenever we feud Fuck your pictures and your plaques your tours and Don't trust bitches and niggaz who tell you all of that
'Cause they'll be in enemies face sayin', it's safe To run in your release party sprayin' the Or catch you when you least on point, putting your keys in the Behind you with your in Kay Bee Toys store
Maybe the words get disrespectful now your check you You gon' let that nigga play you, you we gon' rep you Next mornin' news channel and front page Headlines another rapper was slayed, is Star Wars