Lyrics:
know)
I was off in Vallejo (Vallejo)
Peelin' hoes like Idaho potatoes (potatoes)
What am I to do when life as a G
Being from where I be, DPG
It's
I'm KRS and we get ill
Dj Scott Larock got his own beat
The extravagant life is what we seek
I will tell you like this cos I know for a fact
I will
lies life seems to depreciate
Like automobiles submit its original state
I'm into brothers with registered plates
Pushing the weight of my spirit
the page is gonna turn
But while I light it up and watch it burn
My life is mine and at my own concern
Imma get what I deserve
You got your own lessons
a present
And now today I'm super black with a presence
It got me confidence I thank my mom for this
Another day and it's Thursday you know what time it is
the man of the year
Hit rooms and light 'em up like a chandelier
From C-P to the Bridge, y'all know what it is
Been gettin' money like this since
I was
Mainly what I write is for
The average New Yorker
Some emcees be talking and talking
Trying to show how black people are walking
But I don't walk this way
[Fredro Starr]
Yo! Turn that shit up, word up!
Afficial Nasty Niggas...Fuck Dat!
Ya niggas is dead-ass!
Know what I'm sayin'?
We're payin' my
Remember the original Black Box, I said that. Make up the dookies. Got it, yo. Let's say it like that. You know what your music is. Dookies every
data
Sh- that you would say to your worst enemy
This wretchedness is what you get when you mix Treach with a Jada
Then combine 'em with Method Man
are)
Shit, legends are made of, spit treacherous data
Shit that you would say to your worst enemy
This wretchedness is what you get when you mix
to get fix, how to get mix
'09 Wop, I was tryna go Wayne
Took a little half, tryna find my brain
One million, two million, what am I saying?
Quarter
raised up by the books
Mom and pops gave what they could, the rest I took
Crook put me on, told me, "God, step to your biz
The hood needs soldiers
you're looking for
Uhhh yeah this is what this shit is for
And when I fall into the sky
I know this old G's goin' ride to this
Life is a dream but
what, black, here's the issue
It's a package deal, you rob me, you take these missiles
Along with that, I ain't your average cat
Fuck rap, I'm tryna
supposed to, the click is coastal
International to local, Bacardi mix physically fix
Hit you with shit, that'll leave a loose nigga stiff
Probably
been fighting my whole life
I'm a fucking survivor
This world is dangerous
So it's all about survival
That's why i keep the blade on my motherfucking
I got lots of problems
And I'm tryna put one in the air
I'm tryna find a better deal
Dealing my way out this hell
Life is a gamble
All in is my only
a change
Not doin a lot of talkin bout it what's yo game?
You slippin you can't never do that
That's when you get jacked
For yo life over your emotions
his name is rob-o, check him out
Ali-kazaam, you’ll never guess what I am
Motto is that nothin' ever changes but haircuts and kicks
To stacks
show me
Instead of nocturnal rainbows
Obama's president, so? What's he represent?
Just because the nigga's half black don't mean he's Heaven-sent
You're
a hundred percent, I gets down what I invent
Rap artists be dying to a certain extent
Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback
That shit is wack,
Struggle is where I'm from
The hustles what I've become
Ain't nothin' to be the one
I was twelve, runnin' away from my demons, pointin' the gun
What's
reckin'
D-Twizzie for life, Obie Trice is second (yo)
See I'm a man, and a man gon' do what he gotta do (yeah)
And he ain't really family if he ain't
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