For rap it's live and die as we hurl thru outer space Witness the Omega theory in the lines of my face Caught up in dead aim Picky to ferris is startin' over Checkin' for phat rhymes to help us start gold'n over And replicate Cowards better get this shit straight Grand and Fiz done brought it to yo face some more then I play Young stars push weight, bad brawls, who take the bait Evolve, and lay low without constant marinate Livin'... live for hip hop - two for Bicardi and women - three four The legal hustle: cash money and women 'til the day I die, strive to be a corporate exec Vocal graphics like Pentium II, 3D effect Grand and V I apply 'nuff pressure to snap yer neck Keep it bouncin' like P R records and bad checks
(tell me when you ready) (I am ready) (check 'em out) (listen to this)
My inner thoughts get caught dwellin' in the valley with heat Keep it primed all the time for these bruthas I meet That be talkin' behind my back Thinkin' they slick and sometimes it be the bruthas in ya clique Don't be fooled, they'll tell you that it's cool The brutha that you knew for twelve years back in school Back on the set and coverin' all bets The lyric champagne that's keepin' you all wet But don't celebrate let's get some things straight Started nine-7 but finished in nine-8 Dogs at the gate for unexpected guests One hundred percent cuz I expect the best Nuttin' less Don't hit Ras with the stress Spittin' rhymes hard that's crackin' the bird chest Took me twelve months to stack money in lumps Far from livin' foul but further from Don Trump Hit the speed bumps got slowed but still flow Huntin' bruthas down for money they still owe (owe) Bruthas gettin' killed and bruthas in cell blocks Comin' home to bills that's fillin' my mail box Felt all the pain thru sunshine and rain Hopin' one day that all of this will change Had to rearrange my life - I strike twice Standin' on the curb with bruthas rollin' the dice Never nuttin' nice when all of yo cash flow (what) 'pends on how the ivory's hittin' the Castro You know - that if you ever needed Rasco That I would be the first to stand in toe-to-toe I never ran - my moms raised a real man Taught me all the tricks to formulate the plans World in my hand - she said it was all mine Always made sure that everything was fine Stop it on the dime - drop nuttin' but ill rhymes Started as a hobby - I did it to kill time Now it's got perks - no longer the desk clerk But sometimes that's where I was doin' my best work Hope that vest work - we spittin' the teflon Get out of the way before you get stepped on Never negative we keepin' it on pos Team with BT - we doin' it for the cause Because (because)