1.Intro
2.Man's World
(james brown sample) 'this is a man's world!'
Verse 1：
Lies and rumors, money and hoes
It's the world that i'm attached to, the world that i know
Influential, never stable in the mental
But clever, spittin' that same shit niggas is into
I'll bleed for the craft if i have to, think rational
Lovin' money and weed, pussy and fast food
Tatoo a dead man's name on my arm
I'm a thug in the street thats still afraid of his moms
Everyday i watch a player get robbed, player get popped
I try to drink the pain away and pray that it stops
In the mornin' head straight to the spot, the juice bar
Niggas tried all that other shit and whats the use god？
For the paper nature takes it too far, perfectionist
Rep the bridge, where everything's foul except the kids
We get it on, and contradict livin' long
Though the clock will still tic when you gone.
Chorus
(this is a man's world!)
Now if you a man be a man (you need a plan)
If you fall (i'ma put you on your feet again)
When you starve (i'ma show you how to eat again)
And through it all (i'll show you how to be a friend)
Now when you in charge be in charge (you need a squad)
If you bored (i'ma show you how to be involved)
I give 'em more (niggas know they can't see the god)
I can't believe it god (i gotta eat or starve)
Verse 2：
Keep the livest image, high percentage
Four in the mornin',
Niggas blitzin' on corners like the line of scrimmage
Convicts turnin' confident
Enter the phase of niggas and they feminine ways
Love my timberlands, cinnamon suede
Bottles mo' proof
For all the problems that a nigga go through
It's forever real
'cause some scars can never heal
I'd rather throw the cards in and pray i get a better deal
Guns excite me, keep atleast a hundred wifey's
My duns up in the pens ya'll need to write me
Street cadets, alias names and re-arrests
It doesn't take much to know that wrieffer helps relieve the
stress
We make moves or get caught for the loot
Wild niggas on the block look for more to recruit
Gettin' chips from an alternate route
But the same breed
It's been twenty-somethin' years now,
I'm still lookin' for the same dream.
Chorus
Verse 3：
In my world police recognize names
Know us niggas by the walk or the size of their chain
You know the motto
We live for today, there's no tomorrow
We're only makin' time for the hoes that swallow
Fuck a role model, i need therapy
Seven nights out the week i jump out my sleep breathin' heavily
Keep my head up, only the strong survive
Livin' in a man's world, still belongs to a tribe
Took the family along for the ride
Watch 'em eat
Now i'm movin' with the same cats that'll rock me to sleep
Never close your eyes, learn to roll with the wise
'cause some niggas 'll talk shit and play close to the sides
While i call the shots
And stay supportin' the block
We livin' above the law until all of it stops
I still open doors, a thug nigga overall
And if you ain't know then black man go for yours.
Chorus 'till fade...
3.We Ain't Friends
4.Shit Like This
24-7, 365 days
Niggas coming sideways, not me
Some are sloppy
My style sharper than a three-piece suit
Plus a tie, and deper than the look,
In a thugs eyes
Why do slugs fly？
Ask ya'self that
Why does uncle sam got us held back？
My niggas sell crack, to survive
Thun it ain't what you wear,
It's what you drive
Them crackers in the bank don't give a fuck if you live
No offense, but y'all just gotta know
That it's tense
I'm energized, everytime that i rhyme,
I go the length
From point a to point z
I guess you slept,
I guess you'll never realize how hot my joints be
So turn it up,
I found a new way to earn a buck
Rappin' for the people
Hustla's and murderers
Doctors and lawyers
Cops and tom sawyr type niggas
Ball playas earning nice figures
Everybody, play my shit loud at every party
Bitches get dicked down
Now they praying that they pregnant by me,
On purpose, i be the nigga that you worship
Staying in ya tape deck
Spraying ya favorite verses
Again and again
Peep my adrenaline
Thugged the fuck out
At the same time
A perfect gentleman
(chorus)
You ain't never heard no shit like this(6x)
Now who else could take a beat like this and twist it
Speak wisdom, and sound clear on a cheap system
It gotta be me, you know my policy i keep you on ya toes
Like high heel shoes for real though
Irritating like when ya beard grow
Try to trim it, the hottest nigga in the rap game
Without a gimmick
Keep my hat on matching my wears
Bitches ask me for loot
Only after my deal
It's all real
I'm critically acclaimed
My shit bang
From here to quebec
Niggas show me either fear or respect
You could dance
Put ya ear to the deck
Either or, you could do it at work,
Try to teach ya boss,
Messin wit fate
Y'all fake niggas
Stay stressin' my tape
Think y'all ready for hits
Step up next to the plate
Wit ya low percentage
Low value, no value
Ya shits slow mo
Mine is thrown at you, homo
I don't make the rules
Nigga i just break'em
Rap for the fouls
Lay my jewels out for the takin'
Pick'em up
Listen well
Critics predicted
Since the firm that my shit a sell
Straight doing it
Can y'all picture me not movin'em
I know you'll love it so much
You'll cop two of them!
5.The Ultimate High(Lp Version)
Do you see what i see？
Do you smoke what i smoke？
Do you wanna smoke？
Do you wanna ride？
Yeah aiyyo aiyyo
When i walk into a room, niggas feel a slight breeze
Stay a little while till they feel they might freeze
Never understood why they never liked me
Cuz when i locked the door, they turned into to icees
Starin at my feet all you see is nikes
Bet you never seen a ill pair like these
Size ten, never find me in a tight squeeze
At the airport, minutes before my flight leaves
Round trip tickets to who knows where
Stay boarding, never at least a day's warning
Previous plans, they spoiling
A dollar and a dream, the theme to new york, stay torrance
＞from st. john's to wake forest, wait for us
Straight ballers, you hearin it first
Nate flawless in almost every event
Puttin up point, while niggas like ya'll stay scoreless
All my niggas from the projects, light one up
To my bitches from the projects, light one up
And stay high, high
And pass me a cup of that good shit (so high),
We on some hood shit (so high)
Niggas from the projects, light one up
To my bitches from the projects, light one up
And stay high, high
And pass me a cup of that good shit (so high),
We on some hood shit (so high)
What's me without the hood？
A tree without wood, a dutch wit no bud
A cut wit no blood
A fuck but don't nut, i be incomplete
If me and the street wasn't in between the sheets
I'm a product of hard luck, the money and murder game
Here's nature, kill a faker, man you heard of the name
＞from the cold streets of qb, old beef to new beef
No peace, through the song, what i see you see
Mad bitches wanna smoke wit me
Niggas wanna roll wit me
Usually in my hood, find me in yo' city
Grimy-ette so pretty, it's like there's two me's
Wit no favorites, i try to love both of me
Thinkin of a way where i can better myself
Sometimes i get a head of myself
Holdin weed wit intention, frontin like i got it prescribed
So high i must be outta my mind
Chorus
It's like hoppin in a glass pool, half full
Niggas only hit the bottom when they crash through
Mash fools out like they fast food
Bon' appetit, platinum or not, it ain't no match for me
I sum niggas whole careers up, scared tough niggas
Bluff niggas into thinkin that their year's up
It ain't a game, took six months off, the shit jumps off
Mini-me's are gettin punched in they jaw
My dunn call this shit animal rap
Me, i call it dumbin
My near-sighted niggas saw it comin
More stunnin, brand new flows to toy wit
Neck flooded on some hurricane floyd shit
Back and forth to st. crouix kid, same plan
Playin sega dreamcast till the plane lands
A changed man, niggas don't know, they never will
And if they don't understand, then they ain't fam, simple as
that
Chorus 2x
6.Young Love
When you thought it was no love
It's always love around the world
When you think it's no war
It's always war
Ayo, ayo i almost got caught by this young bitch, a dumb bitch
I offered her ones, she wanted hundreds
She don't even drink, shorty sips sunkiss
Caught me on the one on one, always try to tongue kiss
She aint the type of girl that i'll have my son wit
Days are fun wit, fucked everywhere brought stuffed teddy bears
Told me that she loved me and she very scared
Up until now, she never trusted any man
She never knew about my other boo, comin through
My dimepiece teachin summer school, part time
At night, honey was a stripper
Givin cats lap dances, the money was quicker
Mid town manhattan crib, shorty live by herself
Raisin little man, five and still shit on hisself
In the fridge, wasn't shit on the shelf
Roach legs and cheese
She was the head pro, you know she got a extra key
She met my dog, slept in my draws
Now she go in my pockets, intercept my calls
Like the other day, young love called me from school
She answered and hung up, arguments was brung up
For a hot second, hit me with tears, somethin not expected
Stared at my eyes like i got her pregnant
Said nate, i never really ever want you to go
I said it's somethin that i want you to know
Hook：
You're my young love
My lady (knawmean)
You're everything in this world there is to me
(that's the way it's supposed to be)
I gotta be with you, or someone
Fly young love, my young love
Yo, yo, yo in the cut, young love still diggin her guts
In school sick, callin me to pick her up, jumped in the whip
Swervin on my way to murry bergdrom
I could tell by her voice phone call was kinda urgent
Lights i run through, she might be in the lunch room
I get there, sign her out, fakin like her uncle
Back to the rest, i give her tylenol
The bitch supposed to be sick, showin no signs at all
Playin sega, laughin cuz she made me wake up
My punishment, when all she really wanted was dick
Not thinkin 'bout my other chick, the one with the key
Off work at 5 o'clock, today somethin to three
Jumpin in while i'm humpin this freak, i heard the door lock
Nature i'm home, went straight for the phone
Call her friend up, talk ten minutes, me and shorty gettin
dressed
No record, nothing more to discuss
She start flippin, put her bra on, she told her i'm wrong
The door opened, automatic time bomb
My lady blanked out, reach in her purse, pull a shank out
I side stepped, still she caught me on my bicep
My young shorty never tried to run
She stood there toe to toe with this hoe, and took alotta lump
Sheddin blood til one of them go
She a thug but i want her to know
Hook
Uh huh, what, what, what
I woke up the next morning feeling guilty
10：30, the phone rang, shorty wanna bill wit me, chill wit me
Askin me to snatch her up
I couldn't tell it was fake, thought she wanna patch it up
Like it's all love, shorty's grill was all gauzed up
She tried to smile, though she sore as fuck
Apologize, tears ran outta my eyes
Not even one swear as i started to drive
Thought nothing of it, i put the tape on
See they caught up in some love shit, knowin they wrong
I pulled up right in front of the store, hopped out of the car
50 cent quickly got a cigar
Said we need to find a place where we can park and talk
Where police don't come, we can spark and talk
I know the spot, it's just about a block from us now
Comin up on your right, where we might could sit down
I never knew that my boo had a gun in her hand
Til she put it to my chest where she want it to land
Post up, before she let one of them go
I said it's something that i want you to know...
7.Go Ahead
8.Nature's Shine
I gots no birth records, no next of kin
Know alotta motherfuckers got no best friends
Know the weather checkin ten ten winds
A.m., first and fifteenth i'm layin at the check cash in
Think i'm playin, blink and i'm sprayin
Wrong move, ask yourself which leg you wan' lose
Cuz you gon lose
I cripple niggas, from the complex to simple niggas
Keep showin y'all with difficult this
Kept the world sayin dunn but never been to the bridge
What type of shit is that, fraudulence
But what's the cause of it
Nature came through, erasin all of it
Stop the presses, groupie niggas ask alotta questions
I repeat this is not a question
If you don't reply quick enough i gotta press 'em
Keep the glock by the intestines
38 waist, wit a belt
Regardless of your stats, you could catch a shaft
Hook：
I don't believe in selfishness
This time i want my crew to eat, my crew
Comin wit a hundred miles, a hundred miles
Bumpin shit all summer long, bump that
You want it then and want it now
We want it now
Yo, ayo i rap for my niggas, and rap for the hoes
Rap when i'm gettin dressed, when i iron my clothes
Depressed, i kick raps that change your whole mood
It somehow, stick to your ribs like soul food
Rap for wheelchairs, rap for canes
Ace bandages and niggas wit sprains, stay limpin in pain
I rap for math, english, even rap for science
Gotta try to laugh, keep myself from cryin
I rap for giants, the jets, the yankess, the mets
It's new york, new york, from clue to flex
New cassettes stay poppin up
Your boo let me throw my cock in her
Rap it got me two proper nuts
It's crazy, i even rap for my high school coach
White folks feened out like in michael dotes
Green out, dope stashin, for those askin
I flow for tv, hbo in closed caption
Hook
Ayo, don't go to texas, don't go to watts
Don't go to queensbridge nigga don't go to cops
Don't snitch when you gettin bagged
In the pens don't bitch when you gettin stabbed, just hold that
I pose for kodaks, rose to stardom, hoes in harvard
Sophomores get knocked off, nigga watch yours
I watch the game like in st. johns
It aint wrong, take a blank piece of paper, a pen, paint songs
Type colorful, writin that shit a thug'll do
In the heat of the moment, type to make a sudden move
Some'll snooze, some'll snore
They won't admit that dunn is pure
Once i quit, niggas wanted more
Cop my shit once it come in store
The first week we at the top of the charts, got it jumpin off
Pop verses wit a hundred thoughts
One thing, gettin caught in my zone, you become a corpse
Hook
9.Smoke
Peep the reprucussions
Causing deep discussions
Brothers that fight might only speak to cousins
Rugged life but niggas in my fleet is stubborn
Grandma's they turn to stella's when they need some loving
My name holds weight, bigger than a saint bernard
Some think because its rap that it aint a job
Think again, i try to sepearate my do's from don'ts
Niggas be slittin they wrist, losing they hoes
Some dudes be confused when they broke
Misrabale, looking death in the eye dont blink quick to smile
My hoodrats be women now, ？？ lot
Yall'a always be my bitches lonely or not
How much ass can i pass up？ tilt your glass up
This one's for the kids in arkansas that shot they class up
When i smoke i like my hash crushed beleive it or not
Q-b forever niggas keeping it locked
Smoking cheeba
Some supply it some'll grow it
Reefer
Some'll buy it some'll roll it
The chronic
If you try'd it then you know it
The toxic
I'm getting high when i roll it
You know i wanna hit the chocolate
Some brothers love to see them clouds
The hydro
Some brothers love to get aroused
The la-la
In some paper or a dutch
The ganja
I cant wait to get a rush
Marijuana
I play cards with ray charles
Cheat for a grand
Once i deal out the deck take a peak at his hand
He got blackjacks but still losing is ？{weak
I write a hook and feel my beat
Trayino, mike g should read his feet}？
Play these niggas
Now in 98 no time to graze niggas
Cause they might tell
White judges, like the icegrill
Hoes set you up-the same way that pac and mike fell
Private affairs if i know your wife well
Switch to different subjects
Some of the styles that i hit you up with
I make it hard for you to kick your tough shit
Major adjustments
I package a flame for all you bustas
Wrapped up put on a shelf full of substance
I drug clicks, anti-biotic, rarely spotted
Niggas hear my name periodic
I feel we got it king of new york
Only the real'll cop it
Chorus
I been all across the world on my quest for some herb
Spots be selling dirt keep the federal resevere
Smoking in bongs, niggas know that its 'dro in the bronx
I like that stinky green shit that be growing in swamps
Half-baked puff, puff, then you pass it to me
Good weed'll make you eat the last shit on your plate
Forget your songs seperate stix from stones
If your chronic come with stix leave that shit alone
Reapeat chorus 2x
10.I Remember
'yo nate, shit is crazy, i shook hands with mad dead niggas yo,
all the
Niggas that used to be on the block, ill will, marty, black ed,
yo son,
Mad niggas is gone, rest in peace though.'
Verse 1：
Fifty-two blocks, gazelle frames
Bald heads and heavy chains
Somehow caught in the game
Back in '83, before cable tv
When these so called thug niggas played in the street
I used to hear the stories
Live niggas here before me
Like the rich porters, the fat cats, the pauly's
Outlaw league, from the street to the pen
Eyes glossy, niggas only speak when they bent
Off the perfect mixture
Forcin' down herbs and liquor
Only hot slugs 'll hurt ya quicker
Think it out and elevate, i gave years to the state
As a 92-r-7478, it set me straight
The changing of a stubborn cat
The one that used to hustle on the block mad hard and loved to
rap
In goose down coats and wool hats, the youth in me
I guess life on the streets ain't what it used to be.
Chorus
I remember! (echo)
When niggas used to live it up, live it up
Flashin' dough all night
I remember! (echo)
When niggas didn't give a fuck, gettin' drunk
Shootin' guns all night.
Verse 2：
Straight shots of hen with no chaser
Mo' paper, stubborn, hard headed like joe frazier
The gremlins, the pack that i come with
Keep gats by the stomach
Act up and stack hundreds
Niggas don't want it, see me i be the ring leader, lion tamer
Do the bankhead and macarena
A black entertainer, bottom line
Ya'll niggas know who got the hottest rhymes
Face it, i got the whole globe on some nate shit
Straight from the corners to the covers of the latest rap pages
Turn the projects to black vegas
Don kingin' niggas, make 'em sign blank papers
It's the american way, do my enemies pray or is it just me？
Hustlin', hopin' the fiends trust me
Talkin' to us, hold up, let me walk you through this
Wannabe pimps, hoes, often shooters
Niggas need to know what the truth is
Fuck the sarcasm
I miss my nigga mark but god has 'em
When i see his flics i start spazzin'
I learned to let it go
But i guess livin' this life a nigga never know.
Chorus
Verse 3：
I used to love starters, thug garments
Boppin' into spofford, r.o.r. on drug charges
Writin' on walls, florescent markers and krylon
Savin' my loot to buy a firearm
Broken safety, borough hall and jay street
Hopped the train not knowin' that a fall awaits me
Problems came when i started slingin'
Late night i hear revolvers ringin'
The echos cause cops to start rodney kingin'
Many riots, is there any silence？
Everybody sipped henny, hustled with many clients
Growin' up on the same block my pops was raised
Rocked waves, blend tapes playin' on hot days
Brought the speakers out
Police made us put the wrieffer out
Peep it, i was too young to leave the house
I'm tryin' to see the world, runnin' the streets without a care
I remember it well 'cause i was there.
Chorus
11.Talking That Shit
I rap for all thug cliques bloods and crips
Niggas who hate the cameras and loving the chips
Caught in solitude old timers taught me how to move
Fort apache queensbridge corner athlete
At 6-1 170 plus
Hennyed up walk around like i could never be touched
The whole clique be heavily truck
Peep the style though
Tricking house notes and whips on these foul hoes
Wild as alpo crack crusade rap bu-ffets
A rare site like blacks in toupees
Keep the rollie shinin' true players know the science
And those that's behind me be the giants
While y'all are jets
Last place niggas minor threats
Stay on the move till it's time to rest
Aint it bugged？
So take it back to the time rickle's with doug
I used to fiend to hear my shit in the club
Torchin it for the less fortunate y'all need to watch me
Bitches start to swarm like the paparazzi
Pussy and money it made me cocky
Celebrity getting no sleep
Drinking heavily and live the life some will never see
(chorus)
I got a fist full of dollars (and you talking that shit)
Rich rap scholar (and you talking that shit)
We plan to live forever (don't be talking that shit)
You better get your shit together (stop talking that shit)
It's the top of the division (still talking that shit)
Knock'em out position ('cause we talking that shit)
Anything can happen (so don't be talking that shit)
Now watch me go platinum (just for talking that shit)
1's for the money 2's for the weed spot
Undercover cops follow me though they need not
It's like i'm rick james
Caught in the mix rockin' thick chains
From hood to hood aint shit changed
Supplying hits
The type of cat hoes eye and dip
Tricking the same loot that some'll try and flip
Why attempt to go against the livest clique？
Firm knowing you'll burn soon as the fire's lit
And by the time it sets in i'll be a veteran
Aiming for the waistline hit you at the midsection
Trick questions for game shows
Call me arrogant too thugged out who do you blame though
Payroll the whole clique salute the rich
Moving out of the hood kids play where we used to piss
Niggaas is humorous it's nature who this？
Claiming desperado aim shoot and they miss
But the fact is i'm giving back to the bridge
From the athletes to the hoes and blow trafficers
I'll do anything to be the man
From competing with fam
Hold guns squeeze with either hand
It's like i'm ambidexterous somehow stress this
Talking about blowing knowing the family's restless
How many ways can you correct this？
So with that i exit i guees it's up to the experts
(chorus)
12.I Don't Give A Fuck
Chorus (nature and woman)
W：i don't give a fuck about your girlfriends
N：i don't give a fuck about your man boo
W：i don't give a fuck about your friends
N： and your friends ain't shit, and sometimes i can't understand
you
N： i don't even know why you page me
W： i don't even know if i can trust you
N： yo, is you jumpin' it off？
W： is you jumpin' it off？
N： if not then keepin' movin' bitch, fuck you
Verse 1：
I got a whole 'lotta problems that i gotta resolve
Like 4 in the mornin' i get anonymous calls
They let it ring once, they let it ring twice
Damm, it rang twelve times, chickens ain't right
Cussin' like a sailor, fuckin' in trailors
Photoshoots, niggas did it and told me the head was much realer
Shouldn't have did it boo, you shouldn't have did it boo
Now you forgettin' exactly how many niggas you did it too
Cut you off, shit's critical, gimme my space
I admit, i was the one that made the silly mistakes
The fifty state roamer
Had to throw the fake on her
Heavyweight, ringside seats in nate's corner
Wait for her, it might take days
But back home's where the fight takes place
Punches and scratches
Headlocks and hatchets
Screamin' at the top of her lungs, this bitch is spazzin'
Comin' at ya, whats up with that shit？
Chorus
Verse 2：
Hugs turn to kisses, kisses turn to intercourse
Engagement, marriage, then divorce
Devellish acts, sinnin' thoughts
Secrets bein' spilled out, soon as it happens the pigeons talk
I try to keep her close by, don't mind lettin' go
Let her know who the fuck she wit'
Like any man unless he's whipped
A messy script leads to domestic disputes
All your friends gettin' caught in our beef 'cause they thought
it was
Cute
Dressin' in suits, i used to get you from work
Checked your feelings, even flipped on you first
Stripped down your purse
One night i found your phonebook
Hidin' spots, look in all the places you thought i won't look
Never said shit, but dead shit immediate
Ripped out the numbers that i needed to rip
Heated quick, did what i had to do
Sat her down, she flipped it around, looked in my eyes and
quickly
Caught this attitude.
Chorus
Verse 3：
Some nights you might talk in your sleep, pig latin
Drunk, the next mornin' actin' like i didn't happen
Should i cheat？ give me reasonable doubt
Is the next man trickin' on you？ huh？ is he eatin' you out？
You're poppin' up with mysterious gifts
When i ask you just laugh, brushin' off the seriousness
There's nothin' worse than a curious bitch
With some nosey friends
Six deep in a old bm
Pushin' it to the limit
Ripped up seats with cushion in it
Change on the rug
She give brains to all the thugs
While she drives, somethin' called dangerous love
Got a airbag on both sides, no lie
Doin' shit the average hoes don't try
Wanna know why i'll never leave you？
You're intelligent, young, and evil
The definition of a real bitch, some'll g you
Come and see you like 'next!'
Right after their ex.
Chorus 'till fade
13.Don't Stop
Don't stop
Uh huh
Don't stop, real hot, it's crazy hot in here
Don't stop, word, yeah, uh huh, yo, ayo
Don't stop, keep going
Ayo many people tell me my style is terrific
It is kinda different, but let's get specific
1998, i appear for the listeners
The hoes, same ones appearin at my shows
It's niggas in this game tryin na be like me
You could see em in the club playin v.i.p.
Aint nothin wrong, all o my dogs came to ball
And when we play the dance floor, y'all play the wall
Like graffiti, changin my style weekly
Niggas know, we recognize cats into dough
We a alike, b alike, gotta twist the 'dro
Shittin on my name might get a nigga smoked
Tension when he wit his wiz, hit him in the throat
Like blau, thugs aint 'posed to back down
Bitches only love them cats that act wild
What you grossin, eatin shit up, when you fuckin frozen
And eat you up like a fuckin vulture
Battle of the beat shit, i heat shit
It's real, five nights straight a steep hill
Call me mr. clutch, nigga my game's tight
Spittin out the hot shit, my slang's tight
In the back of the club, spottin hoes
Yeah we drunk, but that don't mean we can't fuck
It's beats like this that keep me amped up
Niggas on the block that need that anthem
Weed be branson, cleans out the lungs
Niggas talk shit need to bring out they guns
Double barrel, imagine the thugs comin at you
Once you get hit, you can't run the slugs travel
Careful what you wish for, or live for
Goin up against yours, my shit's raw
I'm hopin that you zoom in, soon you'll get the picture
Now ask yourself who's the victor
Ayo imagine if i quit now, forfeit
Or pause, thugs won't love me no more
It's niggas like y'all that hope i fall off
Unbelievable how i show no flaws
Rated retarded, regardless i made it
Niggas favorite, admit it, my shit's crazy
Play it on the radio on different stations
It's something that you gotta have, like immunization
I came too far to stop in my tracks
Probably have a charge if it wasn't for rap
With my royalties, payin off lawyer's fees
My niggas be gorillas, fuck authority
25 to life i can't afford to see
We livin it, meanin my business be legitamate
Turn the beats down just to be considerate
I started something big, in time i finish it
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