J Dilla - The Diary lyrics

[Intro: ?] Yea, yea, what's the deal-y? My n***a Dilla For life, McNasty records, uh, yea [Verse 1: J Dilla] I come from a long line of pimps, hustlers, solders and thugs With [?] and sold through the blood From a place called the Motown Most of my n***as can't hold a job but they can hold them a gun Born and raised in the heart of this b**h My father done started this sh** I've started spinning parties at 6 Blessed with the hardest of kicks From Jay with the magic And my uncle used to be in the attic Sc-Scr-Scratching He used to hit the weed and then pa** it Damn, look at me with the habit Look at me counting my scratch speeding through traffic Uh, but, the flow is colder than the floor in the cell So bring your weed I got a story to tell [Bridge: ?] Yea, my n***a Dilla has been in the game for years you know what I mean? Respect the game It's all real so yo, it's time to kick up baby [Hook: J Dilla] You think you know, you have no idea This is the diary of who? (Gangsta, Dilla) [x4]