You ever get to the point you so frustrated You ready to give up? You ready to end it Don't do it dog, up I care if you Black, White, Latin, Asian, whatever We all go through When you can't think use soul, baby
Preliminary is over with, the verdict is in I took the rap throne I reigned like krills in eighty-seven, my is on the map It feels a razor down the middle of my back
They slept on my lyrical ability to another nigga credit for inventin' my flow I'm a child of God, witness the son From the cradle to the grave, I number one
This of ours, got competition takin' red showers Grievin' callin 1-800-flowers My burn your ashes in the urn Is it God or money that really make the world
Grab your gun, separate the ones from the real deep and hold it in your lungs The was requestin' some original LL A soundtrack for niggaz that was raised in
They lookin' for a leader that can 'em through the maze filled rooms, breathin' in purple haze Nigga's on the bricks his whole He ain't got nuttin' to for, so fuck livin' right
But if you in the rain like hurricane Gold melts but it don't fear flames Toxic, lethal, psychologically Genocide was on the Black people
And the ghetto is a with glass walls Should I drugs, be a rap thug, or play ball? We end up in the grave The average cat and LL J It's a never ending cycle, and death then may my mic stay blessed, to the death
I can't think! Why do I feel I'm my mind? I can't think! Could it be the ill beats and I think! Even though I'm a one of a kind I think! I want the paper, that's just the bottom line I can't think! Mo' murder every day the way I think! I'd rather get paid and parlay I can't think! It's all about God "You the epilogue by James Todd"
Put your life on the line, you out of time The coroner's callin', she know she on a mind Amongst the dogs, cats is hard to find Even a nigga moms it when he start to shine
Get the money and run, dodge the and his sons Spit powerful parables like a sermon has Fuck the up, leave the DJ awestruck Attitude is what, keep the blade tucked
Too flossin'll get your reputation touched Too much rappin'll get big mouth shut Protect your neck nigga, get it in the gut You wearin' a What if you get your throat cut
your soul for a dollar, now you havin' bad luck Used to a bad bitch in the crib baggin' up here, player there, nigga turned you out But never you beware Never told you that black love supposed to be And you never judge a woman by the of her hair
Fancy and gold teeth, G-strings and things The almighty replace the wedding ring The Ark of the Covenant was held by a I ain't tradin' my soul in for skins and chrome
I can't think! Why do I feel I'm my mind? I can't think! it be the ill beats and rhymes? I think! Even though I'm a one of a kind I can't think! I want the paper, that's just the bottom I think! Mo' murder every day around the way I can't think! I'd get paid and parlay I can't think! It's all survival God "You know the epilogue by Todd"
about it yo, think about it Think about it yo, think it about it yo, think about it Think it yo, think about it
The dawn, of a new millennium, came to The world around sex or cash The Black motto, "Kiss my ass!" Shorties in are strapped, ready to blast
All I ever was killers and dope fiends From Feds to the heart of killer Queens Bronx and Brooklyn and everything up in No matter what, you always got a Judas on your
it to the world and I'm tellin' it like it is Tossin' daggers and sendin' 'em in your wig Know the body's buried, I ain't sayin' where it is Raised inside the ghetto, but damn it I live
The legendary master of lyrical But ain't no competition, nobody to go at So I'ma take the time and spit a verse Hit the streets with a and erase the curse
I think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my mind? I think! Could it be the ill beats and rhymes? I can't think! Even though I'm a one of a I can't think! I want the paper, just the bottom line I can't think! Mo' murder day around the way I can't think! I'd rather get paid and I think! It's all about survival God "You know the epilogue by Todd"