You get to the point where you so frustrated You ready to give up? You ready to end it do it dog, word up I don't care if you Black, White, Latin, Asian, We all go through you can't think use your soul, baby
Preliminary discussions is with, the verdict is in I the rap throne back I reigned krills in eighty-seven, my name is on the map It feels like a down the middle of my back
slept on my lyrical ability to blow Gave another nigga credit for inventin' my I'm a child of God, witness the son From the cradle to the grave, I number one
This of ours, got competition takin' red showers mothers callin 1-800-flowers My repertoire burn ashes in the urn Is it God or money really make the world turn?
Grab your gun, separate the from the real funds Inhale and hold it in your lungs The streets was requestin' some LL A soundtrack for niggaz that was raised in
They lookin' for a leader that can guide 'em the maze Smoke filled rooms, breathin' in purple Nigga's on the bricks his life He ain't got to live for, so fuck livin' right
But if you stay in the like hurricane melts down but it don't fear flames Toxic, lethal, psychologically was committed on the Black people
And the is a trap with glass walls Should I drugs, be a rap thug, or play ball? We end up in the anyway The cat and LL Cool J It's a never cycle, life and death then may my mic stay blessed, to the death
I can't think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my I think! Could it be the ill beats and rhymes? I can't think! Even I'm a one of a kind I think! I want the paper, that's just the bottom line I think! Mo' murder every day around the way I think! I'd rather get paid and parlay I think! It's all about survival God "You the epilogue by James Todd"
Put your life on the line, you out of time The callin', she know she on a nigga mind Amongst the dogs, real cats is to find Even a nigga moms hate it when he start to
Get the money and run, dodge the devil and his powerful parables like a sermon has begun Fuck the up, leave the DJ awestruck Attitude is what, keep the razor blade
Too much flossin'll get your reputation Too much get your big mouth shut your neck nigga, you'll get it in the gut You wearin' a vest? What if you get throat cut
your soul for a dollar, now you havin' bad luck Used to keep a bad bitch in the crib up Player here, player there, nigga you out But never you beware Never told you that black love supposed to be And you never a woman by the texture of her hair
Fancy cars and gold teeth, G-strings and The almighty dollar replace the wedding The Ark of the Covenant was held by a I ain't tradin' my soul in for skins and chrome
I think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my mind? I can't think! it be the ill beats and rhymes? I can't think! Even I'm a one of a kind I can't think! I the paper, that's just the bottom line I can't think! Mo' murder day around the way I can't think! I'd get paid and parlay I think! It's all about survival God "You know the by James Todd"
about it yo, think about it Think about it yo, think it Think it yo, think about it Think about it yo, about it
The dawn, of a new millennium, came to The world around sex or cash The man's motto, "Kiss my ass!" Shorties in kindergarten are strapped, to blast
All I ever seen was and dope fiends From Feds magazine to the heart of killer Bronx and and everything up in between No matter what, you always got a on your team
it to the world and I'm tellin' it like it is Tossin' daggers and sendin' 'em in your wig Know where the buried, I ain't sayin' where it is Raised the ghetto, but damn it I wanna live
The legendary of lyrical combat But ain't no competition, nobody to go at So I'ma take the and spit a universal verse Hit the with a blessin' and erase the curse
I can't think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my I can't think! Could it be the ill beats and I think! Even though I'm a one of a kind I can't think! I the paper, that's just the bottom line I think! Mo' murder every day around the way I can't think! I'd get paid and parlay I can't think! It's all survival God "You the epilogue by James Todd"