Yo, yea, alright after this particular practice run I'ma practice both verses, after this, I want you to find a spot That's close to when the beat drops to the rewind point, locate point You ain't gotta be on that all night, this the soundtrack Yo, Yea, Check it OK, alright, huh OK
The other night I was up at Farmers, politician wit some bloods They told me "yo L, in the streets you ain't getting no Love And Ever since the X's and the Jiggas came out My niggas ain't trying to the hear that smooth shit you talk about What's Up wit that cat Canibus, some played you out Why you didn't answer back correctly, fuck was that about?" As I sip on some henny, and try to explain some things About the life of a legend, and all the Drama it brings Been gone a long time, had a lot of shit on my mind I decided I don't want to reach my goal if it means losing my shine Streets is Hip-hop and I'm Hip-Hop, so the streets is Mine Ballin' as long as you been livin', that's a long time Hard to Stay hungry when your pockets are so fat You hit a hot one in every city on the map And niggas keep sleepin' and you keep coming back You know better than the gat, but niggas still want to clap
[Chorus: x2] It feels so good to be back Where I Belong The Streets is Where I Belong They Had me locked down much too long Hey Hey
Some Say "L that's cool, but see times have changed" Niggas got red bandannas, and the grill in the range That gold shit is dead, niggas rock platinum chains Trade O.E. for Henny, Colt 45 for champagne Hustling niggas found they way into the game Extorting all these so called ballers wit big names And you gotta have a squad, 'cause running from Def ain't safe I know you living good, but ain't no smile up on our face I'm like a villain, I'm representing on my lyrics And force feed the world, even if they don't want to hear it As far as Canibus go, my man is hittin' his ex-broad I'm getting head from his new piece While 20 gang-bangers applaud, you came up with that bullshit Some heads sucked it up, then you dropped that garbage album And Totally fucked it up, I coulda told ya I knew your moms From the after-hours spot, when I used to be up in Canada With the dreads on a black block, before you dick rode Lost Boyz For a ticket our to Jersey, but being the man I am I tried to show ya mercy, I could of told the World The way ya label hates your guts And how me and Wyclef, got together to set you up And how he gave me half your budget, don't believe me look it up Ya A&R promotion niggas, they helped me hook it up I hate to be responsible, for destroying your career A one-hit wonder, huh No Wonder you disappeared, I could of told the world You get your lyrics from the internet Then spit 'em word for word Like you really a rap vet, How you take metaphors from books And put 'em in your rhyme, and how you really from Canada And you been frontin' all this time I heard your second album, that shit is garbage too LL Cool J and I did this to you On that note he said "Yo L, you the man", I said peace, one love And Drove off in the Lex Land
Yea nigga, the jig is up nigga, huh ha You know what I'm saying?, all that bullshit you was talking Don't mean shit, you finish now I'm still the man nigga The vanguard award is in my motherfucking living room You know what I mean? come get that shit, fuck, what MIC still on my arm nigga, word up Both arms, I'ma get another one nigga You Know what I'm saying, this LL you know how I get down You should of known, when you did it He probably did it to get some fame But is this really what you want?