Ah on
Motherfucker back, I pursue rap at the pace of a New Jack Miscellaneous numbers and shoes stack Rap I deliver for the hungry and Something different these hollow and grunting niggas This is strictly, step to my business is risky 'Specially when you as as Missy to back LP's that sound the same, I surround the game With a four-pounded To make dance in the rain, scared to take a chance in the game Used to break dance, a shame What do to a nigga brain If he lose his what did a nigga gain?
"Doin' it, doin' it, I am it, C O double M O to the N"
My train of is that of a hustler, or a nigga with his shirt off to get his work off to customers I rap a chip on my shoulder, squeezing Coronas See shirts that say "We get over" juggy shit is over, the war is on I only want to be a soldier, I'm on, to a culture Focused like Gordon Parks it's sorta dark For niggas flooded with ice, my thought's the ark Performing warming arts with some for the heart Don't with radio, ignoring the charts I could a fuck what you made in a year, nigga, you wack A nigga on a hard track, in this new rap Generation I "X" cats a Muslim He off cause I pushed him Let his Bentley and his crew be his cushion I catch him on the streets, in front of the and rush him
"Doin' it, doin' it, I am it, C O double M O to the N"
You wasn't saying you was a thug Pac came Ten years ago you had a high top trying to be Kane Snoop released and it became a G thing Claim sets, your ain't got gangs Niggas you, they ain't paying you no attention In a circle of fagots, your name is With six degrees, I separate MC's, from a business man that's From a nigga that was or just lived in the hood From a nigga says to what's understood my shit tight like them boys in "The Wood" Dick is always like the "Boyz in the Hood" to Dug Inf, No I, Sean Lett, the whole Chi At the some cats give me the cold eye I'm a bitch the next one Let him know the world is my for taking You got to aggression
"Doin' it, it, I am doin' it, C O double M O to the N"