KLC - My Story lyrics

[KLC] It was a long, long time ago In the basement with no money but had talent to show But the sh** wasn't right because the money was tight But a mill and some street sk**s got me feelin tonight, right x2 [Mr. Serv On] It all started in 92', just tight sounds there wasn't no beats by the pound Just a little light skinned n***a with light eyes and blacks I'm trippin, this n***a got a couple of g's worth of equipment and no Muthaf**in strap This n***a gotta be somebody real Cause in south east and it cost ya dc Some n***a be tightin up his muthaf**in grill I'm seein shysty n***as run in and out Now I'm thinkin this must be a muthaf**in crack house This n***a say he like what I do, he see a little potential Now I'm like n***a what's up with you All we had between us was hundred bars and ruffles I know ya'll out there f**in laughing b**h it was real All we had to do was hustle I told em n***a do the music these bad times can't hold us I did everything from credit cards to bad checks to bank tellers Then we started dressin like goodfellas Dressin in NBA teams uniforms everyday of the week This n***a still doing fire music And I'm pushin ounces of weed on the street But we still ridin dirty and this old lady Caddy n***a one head light f**in around the club, k**ing rumors, where n***as die every night But we ain't trippin, we ain't got sh** to lose Cause if I k** a n***a f** it, our sh** gon sell I know we got on Serv-On we on the news Yeah that's what we talkin bout All you gotta do is catch one of your b**h a** n***as slippin When I blast at that b**h that they talk with [KLC] Chorus x2 [Mr. Serv On] So now I got my tape dubbed, we gotta do something This n***a KL got two daughters and he workin on a muthaf**in son Til we dead we ain't got no n***a to put g's up Sleepy wanna lend a hand but the people f**in with him He got his hands tied up sh**, all we got between us n***a Is enough money to get a kicken chicken plate Me and these muthaf**a's with child support are always in my face I still wanna call Boogie and Tarret But them n***as got problems of they own n***a they k** they homies time to leave they pistols on em I'm from 6th and Berome, I ain't off the way But n***as like Booty, Bozo, Cujo, QB, Mo, Vito, and T-Roy They treat my like I'm they home boy Now this n***a O-boy may he rest in peace Talkin bout some jack the rapper sh** f** it, we doing bad plus this sh** free Now we three deep in the course, with a pack in the spare tire I hope these Alabama police don't stop us cuz we hot like fire I think about all the n***as we done left behind But f** it n***a, I gotta go for mine I don't know what I'm gonna do, I gotta go for mine n***a, MC Dart That's like the tightest muthaf**a ya'll never heard of n***a Ya'll never heard of [KLC] Chorus x2 [Mr. Serv On] Now we at the Mariott Marquis with no pa**es Not for long, n***a I'm from New Orleans b**h we whoop a**es I p**y a** label no name giving heard our demo Try to beat us with hoes and limos, f** em I don't miss em Now we in the lobby watchin d**h Row and Ruthless Records fightin Tearin sh** up, and right in the middle like when I was young That n***a P ran up with C-Murder with pistols in hand Askin what's up n***a ya'll straight sh** I remember a little group, now they platinum I could keep a secret now I'm gon make my escape P said n***a let's eat at this breakfast place n***a told me about No Limit and took my demo Gave us two hundreds dollars a peice and pay for the sh** we ordered to eat Now we back home still struglin I got a pistol with two bullets One for me and one for the n***a that f**in with me, I'm thuggin I done beat some n***as out for some paper KL got tax problems, don't trust me when we in the money caper Now P back home lookin for some n***as for some Down South Hustlers sh** I'm lettin club rumors and I'm like dogg take me out this b**h He ask me if am I trippin on Chris, n***a f** that b**h hit me bustin But I can't leave without KL Now we on the plane with me and the rest ain't hard to tell n***a We made it [KLC] Chorus x2