Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin' Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now Rae gotta get a plate now Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16 Shooting that "that's that shit!" in his blood stream That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey And niggas know that habit's behind me Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout Pushing the big joint from down South So if you're filthy stacked up Better watch your back and duck Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up Now my man from up north, now he got the law It's solid as a rock and crazy salt No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop I pointed a gat at his mother's knot Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit! Fuck that!
Dedicated to the winners and the losers Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's Dedicated to MPV's: phat!
Kicking the fly cliches Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots Running up in spots and making shit hot I'd rather flip shows instead of those Hanging on my living room wall My first joint, and it went gold! I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night I want to have me a phat yacht And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops But for now it's just a big dream Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain Cause times is changed and life is strange The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad Yo, mad lives is up for grabs Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes Receiving all types of calls from upstate Yo, I can't cope with the pressure Settling for lesser The God left lessons on my dresser So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way to Continue to make more hits with Rae and A Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9
Songwriters: DIGGS, ROBERT F. / JONES, RUSSELL T. / COLES, DENNIS DAVID / GRICE, GARY E. / HAWKINS, LAMONT / HUNTER, JASON / SMITH, CLIFFORD / WOODS, COREY / BERGMAN, MARILYN / BERGMAN, ALAN / HAMLISCH, MARVIN