Itand's a new day in the rap game!
nobody sells records but shyne po!
[verse 1]
my life had itand's ups and downs, but i donand't regret nothinand'
i had the whole tri-state high, nigga i ainand't frontinand'
at fifteen i sold my first bag of dope
used to stick dominicans, burner under the coat
gettinand' like 15 grams, a half a ki
at fifteen man, a nigga just glad to be
gettinand' some shorts, me and my man from a hundred and fifth
he knew some dominican niggas that wanted a clique
to hold and'em down, shoot niggas in the head
throw and'em out windows if they were late with the bread
basically iand'm enforcinand'
around heavy coke, when nobodyand's lookinand' iand'd be dippinand' in the portion
they wasnand't missinand' it
so i got my hustle on the side, flippinand' it
sellinand' like 500 bottles and nicks, started minor
but i always knew iand'd turn a big apple into cider.
Niggas...niggas just ainand't built like me...
stand up niggas...since 15
i been servinand' fiends and loadinand' magazines...
takinand' shots..burninand' blocks..
this ainand't no fuckinand' rap.
[verse 2]
everything was everything and'till my man got pinched
he had a shoot-out with the cops in front of the precinct
other than that, i went from enforcer to movinand' product, straight white
powder now, gettinand' it
the hardest nigga in the street
my first car was a 190 benz with louie vaton seats
buyinand' out the bar at the rooftop
i had a few spots
one called the jukebox
where i was gettinand' like 50 a brick
2 or 3 bricks a day, makinand' mothafuckas sick
my cousin ron a crook from the brook was torchinand'
any niggas whisperinand' or talkinand' and'bout extortion
shit was goinand' right and only one better
when i got my italian connect, hittinand' me with pure heroin
moved to 116th, started seeinand' real dinero then
empire buildinand', the shit was takinand' flight
had my bitches cuttinand' up like 10 kiand's a night
mixinand' lactose, bonita, and quenii
i was the first black nigga with mafia ties
leased my soul to the devil with the option to buy.
Yo..banginand' for real..
niggas is thinkinand' rap, iand'm thinkinand' laundromat..
we washinand' this money...
you think this shit is about rhymes...
youand'll find yourself under the fuckinand' ground...you know?..
we get low when the feds is in town..
this is justice..
we playinand' the pop charts and still lettinand' them things pop off...
[verse 3]
at 21 i was a legend, had the game transformed
controllinand' manufacturinand' and distribution of heron
throughout the tri-state, high stakes
i spent hundreds of thouand's out of paper bags
you couldnand't name a car i ainand't have
every minute new tags
seven series to the five-sixty drop nigga
i was givinand' away blocks nigga
fast cars, fast money, slow deaths
this things of ours
had me doinand' a hundred miles an hour
through the city evadinand' the feds
started this shit called the counsel and we all made a pledge
not to fuck each others bitches
or touch each others riches
on top or broke
never break this oath
every nigga in the counsel was a boss
we used to put coke on our dick and make bitches suck it off
it was alright and'till i got caught
charged with an eight-forty-eight
behind marion steel gates
niggas started shittinand', actinand' bizarre
drivinand' my cars, fuckinand' my broads, breakinand' the laws
same niggas i took care of and got money witand' was on some funny shit
if i was different iand'd snitch
what would you do if you got millions with niggas and they had no love
for ya?
couldnand't pay for ya lawyer
i figured shit, why sit in a cell to rot?
iand'll be out in ten, start over again
throw those boys in the pot, but i couldnand't do it
you couldnand't understand it of you ainand't been through it
thereand's rules to this shit and i couldnand't break and'em
death before dishonor and'till i meet satan...i know heand's waitinand'.
God forgive me...youand've never seen a nigga like me in your life...
iand'm what these liland' niggas rap about...
thats me they talkinand' and'bout in they rhymes...
i did that time...i flipped that dime...
shoot-outs, jet planes, cocaine and automobiles...
the life...love it.
