that nut that nigga let you know that he didn't give a fuck Bangin on wax, better yet Bangin on facts nigga this ain't no studio banger here Nigga representin' that
say I do It's time for war, man, they all runnin' again Empty clip, reload, start gunnin' again I remember - "Kurupt, you'll never get that far" No matter
that I don't get popped, when the nine blow That's what I rhyme fo', to be in this shit 'till my time go Cuz rappin and hustlin is all that I know Started
go insane Close your eyes again, again You hate the places that you've been Thought of all the things you've said Marching ahead, not looking back Oh not again, not again
So listen and we'll show you the best way and then sway, as I read my S-A [DJ Premier cuts and scratches again] [Guru] Worshipful words giving insight
in my darkest days Walking everyday thinking that I know best Wearing my contempt like a bullet-proof vest On my way I'm going to make it all mine Rolling
leap over lies and mash down doctrines He wasn't even hearin that That's okay though, it came the time to analyze the cliche that goes Haste makes
teach you to wop and bus stop Better get up in the booth, hop up and just rock If you think it's like that, it's not so just stop All mankind time runnin
You try to run but you can't hide They can feel all the moves that you make Stay away from the light Is this the way that you and I have to live? A
rich and that they keep cash Yo, let me straighten this out fast Two hundred thousand records sold And these brothers start yellin' 'bout gold? You better double that, then double that again
Yeah, hah, yeah Roc-A-Fella We invite you to, somethin epic y'all know? Well we hustle out of a sense of, hopelessness Sort of a desperation Through that
off the street box Our friend's are on second base and trying to make it all the way home But the inside word is that the odds are against them Stay
all my niggas behind the g-wall (My Soldiers) Inhale, exhale... Shake your nuts if you have to (East Side) And all the political soldiers that ain't never comin' home (RIP Too) To all
jail They got us under surveillance... And to all my niggas behind the g-wall (My Soldiers) Inhale, exhale... Shake your nuts if you have to (East Side) And all the political soldiers that
if they?ve figured out what it truly means to make this life count But that don?t sit well with you?re anti-authority Me against the world sub-genre category that
alright...it's singles night (just go) [BREAK] Here's to all the times you never listened to me Never listened to me Here's to all the times that you
That won the masters, by a landslide So pass that grass green cashman jacket This way, so I can swerve that a-way On my way to the homes of the grains