All my jail niggas...Big Lake...whattup nigga...this goes out to the big dreamers...ain't nothin' new man..we been doin' this...this shit gon' keep goin' on forever baby...
(Chorus) No ideas original, theres nothin' new under the sun it's never what you do but how it's done what you base your happiness around, material women and large paper thats means you're inferior, not major (repeat)
[Verse 1] If niggas could look inside my mind you'll find where bodies are buried, first look past the hotties who dimes go to the center, enter with caution pass the braincell graveyard where weed's responsible for memory losses witness the horrific, the stench will make you nauseus see what I seen, everyday I live with this torture lightin' spliffs up to stay high like Twenty-Four hours sleep with my heat, wash with my gun in the shower my tongue is power, it thrills women, kills demons long as I'm still breathin' I'm still winnin', I'll teach 'em the hood converted from trey bags to Twenties of girl everybody had money, every summer was real ill Four-finger rings, dope dealers, Kane no half-steppin' with flat tops, but Rakim reigned radios on card tables, Beneton, the Gods buildin' as for todays mathematics, we Allahs children and this was goin' on in every Newyork ghetto kids listened, five-percenters said it's pork in jello we coincide, we in the same life maybe a time difference on a different coast but we share the same sunlight.
[Chorus] 2x
[Verse 2] Your part of the World might be light colors and gangs while on my side Brothers will murder for different things but it all revolves around drugs, fame, and shorties stuck for your bling, stripped of your chain, the same story from Czechoslovakia to Texas metropolis the treachorous rastas and the Mexican mafias be scrappin' with tats on their back, violent wars nothin' less than a lethal injection if ever caught court rooms, eagles, and flags, American style while in our World the ghetto stays incredibly foul watchin' for paint chips, don't want no led in your child but them gangstas put led in your child, the bezzys be out the chain be like a Hundred K shinin' since Roxanne Shante made runaway thats been a minute, genesis is deep, my features are that of a God it's not a fassad, it's a fact these rappers wanna be Nas my exodus doesn't exist, I'll never leave the streets it's all in my mind even when asleep I'm duckin' Nines in my dreams sireens, wide awake, why'd I think it would change? can't hide when you're famous or even try to do the same things like somebody's always watchin' my life, before I walk out the door I size up every options eyes cut every direction, it's like God or guns which is better protection? can't decide, thats a hard one I mean they wanna see me in prison their chain's bamboozled headline reading ''Rapper dead from a Man shooting''.
[Chorus] 2xTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
