Can It Be All So Simple

So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'? Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on I'ma go talk to this cat Yo, kid, what up Sparks? What up? (Hold on, hold on) Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?) What up? (What's up, baby?) Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there Over there, right over there by your By your-, by your buildin' and shit I know he ain't down with your team Who? I don't know, some skinny lookin', big head nigga You know what I'm sayin'? He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales though (it's funny-) Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son Fuck we, we gotta- Come on, fuck it, let's go over there Lemme show you the nigga, right- Hold up, wait up, wait up Three deep niggas Think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is Come on, come on, right over there There he go, right there There he go, right there, kid That cat? Word up Ayo, kid (I'm right behind you) What the fuck is you doin' man, huh? Huh? The fuck you talkin' to? I'm talkin' to you (talkin' to you, what?) You ain't talkin' to me The fuck you talkin' about? (You ain't talkin' to me) Open your hand, man What the fuck is that in your hand, man? (What?) Huh? What the fuck? (Ayo, come here) The fuck I say? (Oh shit) Come here (motherfuck-, shit) Come here, yeah, it's my shit This my shit (get up, get up) Aight, watch, watch, aight watch Get up, yo, yo, grab that nigga, grab him (come here, come here) Oh shit, move, son, move, move, move, damn, damn Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, yo, yo Yo, man, yo, son, I'm hit I'm hit son, I'm hit, I'm hit (yo, son) Damn, son (yo, oh, yo, yo) You bleedin' son, bad son Ayo grab this, grab this, take this, take this Take this, take this, go on I'ma go over to God's house, go ahead 'fore the cops come I'ma throw this shit away, man Go ahead, just go ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead Man fuck that, man seventeen Man, get the fuck outta here, man (yo son, hurry up son, damn son) Go ahead man, you dyin', go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead Hold that shit, son Yo go ahead, man, go ahead Niggas try to assassinate me, man (damn) Yo (we gon' get that cat, man) Nigga it's- It's the remix, son Can it be, act like you know Check it Yo, check what happened out of state I'm knockin' off a half-a-cake cash rule, flyin' at a fast rate I smoked a black Dutch kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin' in lust Spoiled, plus I played my hand like a royal flush Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom I hung around the big time bosses Illegal force exchange thoughts, showin' love to all my sources Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit Stumblin', holdin' my neck to the God's rest Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me? I should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw Ray Cartegna, carry a .44 nigga Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths) (Dedicated to babies who came feet first) Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state) (Dedicated to rich niggas who sell weight) Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids) (Dedicated to man who build pyramids) Word up What the f-, yo? We takin' you on another chamber Word up, son, you know how we be on it (word to mother, man) It's real Show these crabs how to rhyme, man I think it's time to bless them, word up Bulletproof First chamber (hit em, Chef) Yo, yo It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggas wildin' Old folks scream, "Stop the violence" True, layin' up, yo, watchin' these crack niggas Play enough crap games for what? See back in days, crime pays in mad ways Sportin' Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves And no searchin' for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz Mad tens with mad diamonds Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife I paid the price throughout my hood life Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid God forbid I lay in the casket But now I'm all about G-notes No time for weed, mixed with coke I wash my mouth out with soap And I got my act together 'Lo sweaters and better And fat leather, so whatever Bring it on Can it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up) Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real) Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off lfie) Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Go) Can it be that it was all- (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gon' see no more) All so simple then Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island) (Up north, word up) Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy) Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up) Peace to man, woman and child Word up (we got you covered, baby) Projects (we're here for you) Projects peoples, one love Keep your head clear, we outta here Move in silence Bad boys creatin' the muderous stacks for your headpiece Baldheads, braids, blowouts (for real though) Yo, fly chicks It's the remix, y'all For real, the real side (The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp Peace to the Clan No other producer can compare, boy Word up Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit For real, y'all