From breaking atoms to illmatic to going platinum Niggas did change course from ripping it wit Main Source 9 1 9 2 time flew out the blue Time for a new young king to rule Younger frame older state of mind Find my name on a oage in ya Quran I learnt that in '89 when I was slingin' cocaine & baby nines Put it in rappin' I gave y'all a way to rhyme GOD guides us from public assistance, to high risers Condos, houses where y'all can't find us Move on ya cliques in silence, get wetted up, My meal everyday was a slice & 7up Took advice from a street legend, I didn't even been change Too protect the innocent, witnessing, mistakes, Visits at fuckin wakes, cause jealously infiltrates, And seals ya fate.
(CHORUS) Look way deep inside yourself Discover the diamond inside Find ya wealth Once you get it You gotta live it Then live it Niggas don't never wanna see you wit it You know Can't come close enough to touch the dough The lifestyle I live is untouchable So we clutch a few Guns that a touch a crew Cause we learnt to what the hustlas do.
2nd verse: Different ways to come out the hood, in cuffs or a casket Or crazy or shooting a 3-pointer basket Or maybe, its the rap shit, all types of tactics We used to get dough Some choose kickin' in doors I ask a reverend, my mother, and her best friend Less thean ten, years ago for me to get dough What y'all recommend, it's outta dope, weed or blow Cause high school was slow, and jewelry was hot Duckin' crewency cops, trains I hop To make it downtown, sisqo in my veins, pissed between trains Hit Canal St. just lookin' at rings, outside through a glass, Went in the store and asked,how much it cost? Korean man brushing me off, for some other big time customer, Probably a hustla, who looked down at my small chain And chuckled up, I said I'll be just like you soon muthafucka what!
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3rd verse: Sit amongst niggas who get life and throw a smile at the judge, Wildest thugs, who blow trial, exhile from the hood, Keepin' bitches coming through on visits, You will survive, them weak freaks think you finished Ya first tiime in you known for poppin' ya toast By ya third year in you forgetten by most Wife cut the modenr day life, bitch now right Friends actin' like they don't be gettin' ya kife Every year niggas come home, in no time they get killed Not even home a month and they get peeled backwards In they on backyard on the park, one shot to the head Two the heart, you should be smart In the projects who gonna die next, hoodrats know Who let they gats blow, and who keep cash flow Like the bitch who know the rats wit the good ass blow Blunts be as good ass fold, as you twisting ya dro!
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