Refrain - #Database A lot uh crews don't get it Money that is and if they do they'll spend it MK2 technics I was spinning Back in days scratching the Jadakiss k**ing Verse 1 - #Database Kiss the game good bye the reason why is so appealing At 13 I was iller than most teens beginning I flow streams delivery proceed to spill it With mo(re) steez, than liberty tax teens Who feel that with most things, they needa get mo(re) cream By spinning them sale signs forget it, grab the mic let me spit it Inglewood is my village, im just uh part uh percentage, a common artery Still in the heart of the city chilling Where ya lighters at? f** where my fighters at? Real n***as who inspire cats Real women who inspire rats Early birds who inspire bats One time for 'em light a match Verse 2 - TRW Live from the seven one Eye of the heaven young, guy getting bread up No smiles in my area -- Views from the Mariott, juxtaposed, only hustlas know How the mustard go Timbs with a russian coat Acting like you seen him Who you actually believe in If the devil is a liar and moneys the root of evil I spend it all on some alcohol, and a chick to share it She either in Blowfish heels or black and white elevens Slight fetish with airports, suitcases Excedrin All of its such a blessing for a kid comes from my setting Fifteen spitting sh** mean out in spring creek All my sixteens when i was sixteen would blitzkrieg Any emcee, spitting empty F80 M3, feeling like clint east You would understand why the people raise their hands To the heights, the prince of the night, let light -- Refrain