[Verse 1: Common]
Mo'f**er move back, I pursue rap at the pace of a New Jack
Miscellaneous numbers and shoes stack grooves
Rap I deliver for the hungry and underprivileged
Something different from these hollering and grunting n***as
This is business strictly, step to my business is risky
'Specially when you as b**h as Missy
Back to back LP's that sound the same, I surround the game
With a four-pounded brainstorm
To make n***as dance in the rain, scared to take a chance in the game
Used to breakdance, it's a shame
What money do to a n***a brain
If he lose his soul what did a n***a gain?
[Hook]
"Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it"
"C O double M O to the N" (cut and scratched 4x)
[Verse 2: Common]
My train of thought is that of a hustler, or a n***a with his shirt off
Trying to get his work off to customers
I rap with a chip on my shoulder, squeezing Coronas
See shirts that say "We gotta get over"
That jiggy sh** is over, the war is on
I only want to be a soldier, I'm holding on, to a culture
Focused like Gordon Parks when it's sorta dark
For n***as that's flooded with ice, my thought's the ark
Performing warming arts with some sh** for the heart
Don't f** with radio, ignoring the charts
I could give a fu*k what you made in a year, n***a, you wack
A soft n***a on a hard track, in this new rap
Generation I "X" cats like a m**m
He fell off cause I pushed him
Let his Bently and his weak crew be his cushion
I catch him on the streets, in front of the bodyguards and rush him
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Common]
You wasn't saying you was a thug before Pac came
Ten years ago you had a high top trying to be like Kane
Then Snoop released and it became a G thang
Claim sets, your city ain't got gangs
n***as hate you, they ain't paying you no attention
In a circle of f*ggots, your name is mentioned
With six degrees, I separate MC's, from a business man that's good
From a n***a that was raised or just lived in the hood
From what a n***a says to what's understood
Keep my sh** tight like them boys in "The Wood"
Dick is always hard like the "Boyz in the Hood"
Peace to Dug Inf, No I, Sean Lett, the whole Chi
At the crib some cats give me the cold eye
I'm a b**h slap the next one
Let him know the world is my section for taking
You got to reduce aggression
[Hook]