the phonies A wise hustler once told me, it's on you Though it was dreams when he first told me, now it's true I got love for you only to a certain
unless there's a beat in my vicinity Huh, I grab mics for the glory And run with two tight-ass dykes that smack the hell out of a rapper for me Crush
want it And us, who won't be denied Its a struggle every day, success is far from fuckin free Unless you plucked it from a tree, with J and ICP Shaggy
or direct they try to put you down put you down,low down,way down underground with no sound And all the bullshit that they talk they can't just even hold down
in. I remember he had a GuccI bucket hat on. I remember it like, like it was yesterday. And Hiphop said "yo play that one beat for him." And I played '
a brother But another So now it's time we evolve And get together and solve it Cause the world is revolvin Around a terrible situation One will kill another for a
in your jeeps (that's right). So buck my sound, I put it down for the underground, I got the women cause I'm slamming, jamming. Got it going on this time for
Lil Ken] Hold up, I gotta take these 20 G's and take it to the bank G [Chamill] Aight fo' sho' I got it [Lil Ken] Hold up (YEAH!) [Chamillionaire] The
lookin for the illest, start filming yo I get a call, slide to Diego Hit the bay off with something less than a day old Here's a hot one for you to hold
Quik been holdin it down for 10 strong And Dre got 20 in, all you got to brag about is a couple, bitches is spittin wimps You wouldn't have a deal if it
a note for me, that was left behind She had left it there waiting, for such a long time I was inclined to ask about it but she brought it up first I
m getting down Pray for my nieghbors as a favor for holding me down Slave for my papers as I savor the way that it pounds It's underground, but the blatent
, bag dun for his loot Figure me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute That's seven shots for Tupac Seven for Biggie Smalls Seven for Freaky Tah up
grab it I was born inside a love zone With a glock-nine young marriage It's critical Then one of them sat down living so Mystikal and empoious With a heart full of anger it
after me Be a artist, not a slave for the industry I'm paying the price for all the real MC's after me Be a artist, not a slave for the industry [Chorus
it, you fear it, you can't get near it Cause the spirit eat Eric And Eric your rhymes is wack Like that, that, right back Check it out! Check it like
nigga don't front You had it for a minute but it seem like a month [COUGH] Now I'm chokin, smokin, hopin I don't croakin, from overdosin... Hey kid, [walk straight as a