1st verse:
From breaking atoms to illmatic to going platinum
n***as did change course from ripping it wit Main Source
9 1 9 2 time flew out the blue
Time for a new young king to rule
Younger frame older state of mind
Find my name on a page in a Quran
I learnt that in '89 when I was slangin' c**aine and baby nines
Put it in rappin' I gave y'all a way to rhyme
GOD guides us from public a**istance, to high risers
Condos, houses where y'all can't find us
Move on ya cliques in silence, get wetted up
My meal everyday was a slice & 7up
Took advice from a street legend, identities have been changed
To protect the innocent, witnessing n***as', mistakes
Visits at f**in wakes, cause jealously infiltrates
And seals ya fate
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Look way deep inside yourself
Discover the diamond inside
Find ya wealth
Once you get it
You gotta live it
Then live it
n***as never wanna see you wit it
f** them know
n***as can't come close enough to touch the dough
The lifestyle I live is untouchable
So we clutch a few
Guns that will touch a crew
Cause we learnt to what the hustlas do
2nd verse:
Different ways took 'em out the hood, in cuffs or a casket
Or crazy or shooting a 3-pointer basket
Or maybe, its the rap sh**, all types of tactics
We used to get dough
Some choose kickin' in doors
I ask the reverend, my mother, and her best friend
Less than ten, years ago for me to get dough
What y'all recommend, it's outta dope, weed or blow
Cause high school was slow, and j**elry was hot
Duckin' crewency cops, trains I hop
To make it downtown, sisqo in my veins, pissed between trains
Hit Can*l St. just lookin' at rings, outside through a gla**
Went in the store and asked,how much it cost?
Korean man brushing me off, for some other big time customer
Probably a hustla, who looked down at my small chain
And chuckled up
I said I'll be just like you soon muthaf**a what!
CHORUS
3rd verse:
\To them n***as who get life and throw a smile at the judge
Wildest thugs, who blow trial, exiled from the hood
Keepin' b**hes coming through on visits
You will survive, them weak freaks think you finished
Ya first tiime in you known for poppin' ya toast
By ya third year in you forgotten by most
n***a's Wife cut him out of they life, b**h now right
Friends actin' like they don't be gettin' ya kife
Every year n***as come home, in no time they get k**ed
Not even home a month and they get peeled backwards
In they own backyard or on the park, one to the head
Two the heart, you should be smart
In the projects who gon' die next, hoodrats know
Who let they gats blow, and who keep cash flow
Like the b**h who know the rats wit the good a** blow
Blunts be as good a** fold, as you twisting ya dro!
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