I started small time, dope game, pushin' on the corner Twenty cent cook up, fifty flippers if you want 'em Full of formaldehyde, my clothes wreakin' marijuana
This song is about a nigga always trying to keep you down You know you got to touch that We made something from nothing and vowed to never tear it apart
For the block boy, take it rough Everyday it's been the same old thing on my block Ya either workin' or ya slangin' cocaine on my block Ya had to hustle
I got the new face tape I'm about to Pop in the deck for you niggaz Turn up your radios You're down and out, money funny, you hustle and die On the verge
I know God is watching from above Sometimes I wonder what I'd do without his love And although life is full of adversities I know he's with me, he's with
[Verse 1] It's been a long time coming but now I'm back at it Flipping the script, from balling back to gansta rap classics You know that shit that hit
Oh what can I do What can I do To make it better, yeah, yeah I thank the Lord for every morning he allows me to rise And though the sun is shining there
god i feel i 'm coming alive inside your soul every time you open a door its like your opening my eyes . release the end cause lord i 'm dieing with pride
Poem boy failure, be what you know Keep us in line, with a vicious blow Now this is future, predictable slow Love you can be, even though Can't do wrong
Throw your dollar bills And leave your thrills All here with me And speak but don't pretend I won't defend you anymore you see It aches in every bone
Yeah, I represent loyalty, I am loyalty I am the definition of loyalty I represent the G's, Beanie Sigel We the best All the bullshit stops here, let
[Intro: Beanie Sigel] Yeah... I represent loyalty I am loyalty I am the definition of loyalty I represent the G's Beanie Sigel We The Best [Verse 1:
A swimming pool with no bodies Is a problem that we can fix He drops his clothes on the chaise lounge And asked, "Are you gonna come in?" And in the
Standin' on a street light, tryin' to get away Guilty, guilty, I hear what you say Countin' down the hours but I haven't got the time 23rd precinct jumping
When we got to Boston, we knew we'd missed a turn No one back in traffic school had told us There are signs that can't be learned Geography's too stubborn
Old man, don't tell me what you did in your day I got problems of my own on the way So look you now, where the locusts abound Pray they don't feed on
there's no quick fix you gotta take your licks strange times long lines there are no clean cups you gotta mess it up to see why you cry i can't stay home
The girls won't touch me 'cos I got a misdirection Living at night isn't helping my complexion The signs, all are saying it's a social infection A little