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100 jewels on 'em

Put Eazy E, Common Sense, Mobb Deep, Rakim, put 'em in a blender

Truth. Hood knowledge. Get the fuck out the way; Termanology!

They say I’m a righteous cat

I write righteous raps

But I cut coke, cook it to crack

Thinking what kind of life is that?

Get tossed in the bin

Never knowin' when you might come back

I listen to Jesse Jack

Black clip in the gat

And write lyrics to the soul of Geronimo Pratt

I’m talkin' to anyone who got a problem with that

I’m everywhere, tell me where your metropolitan at

I’m right there doin' a show

Chain out, by myself

My fist in the air, bang out by myself

That’s why your girl wanna polish my knob

And every rapper in the city wanna poli so hard

But before I do a song with y’all

I’ll blow my brains out on the Bible

And call it the knowledge of God

My cousin Gutta get the problems resolved

He specialize in cuttin' up niggas nice

And doin' robberies, dog

Probably y’all

And when I’m whippin' the gauge

You gonna be gone in 60 seconds like Nicholas Cage

Pay attention when I’m rippin' the page

When I’m not on stage

I feel plagued with meticulous rage

I seen my first nigga shot at a ridiculous age

Before Earvin Magin Johnson was a victim of AIDS

Cats thinking cause they sit and they pray

Because they Christian they safe

Til reality just spit in they face

But I’ll tell you one thing

When bullets start flying

Jesus Christ ain’t gonna sit in the way

Like modern-day slaves how we sit in the maze

Won’t pay your child support but you could chip in for haze

My baby mama been trippin' for days

She hate the fact I’m a star

And model bitches wanna sit on my face

She’d love to see a brother sit in a cage

Take my daughter away

And let another nigga sit in my place

Momma told me that it’s only a phase

But I told Ma dukes, before that I’d put a clip in my fade

That’s way too much opportunity to sit and embrace

The evolution of man, we been sittin' in caves

Before I ever had a nickel to blaze

Meanin' a nickel of weed

Or a nickel 9 spittin' them strays

I been tryin' to get my shit on the waves

DJs holdin' me down but never play my shit in the days

It’s no way that I might win

With only the night spins

But- but- but- I ain’t gonna sit and complain

Old timers slingin' shit in they veins

They mad as hell

Cause they know it won’t hit 'em the same

Can’t slip in any chicken these days

Give 'em a trip in the Range

And they be lickin' on a pickle with AIDS

I wish my grandmama could have heard this shit from the grave

I know she would have loved to hear her boy rip it this way

Over the beat

Life’s so cold in the street

You might get shot up or you could go in your sleep

To all my soldiers that die for they flag

Or that die for their rag

It’s messed up you had to lay in a bag

It’s no fair ones

Ain’t no more relyin' on jabs

Now you supply with a mask

And a guy’ll just blast

It’s fucked up I gotta ride in a cab

But as soon as I get a check

I gotta divide it in half

I feel like I should be right in a Jag

On the flight with a mag

And 100 Gs right in the stash

They don’t wanna see a Puerto Rican writing this bad

Cause when I write on the pad I get it tight and they mad

I’m hyper but sad

Cause I got a lot of fame in rap

But I’m back livin' right with my dad

I’m part French, part spic, how racist is it that

Police wanna treat me like I’m basically black

I’m basically that

And you don’t wanna talk about my gats

Cause they like Charlie Baltimore, they German and black

It’s hard to earn, but I’m earnin' the stat

This the moment of truth

So I’m tryin' to write verses like that

My vocals burn, set fire to tracks

They admirin' that

That’s why my CDs fly off the rack

Groupie bitches they be showin' me love

When I roll in the club

They lovin' the way that I flow on the drums

Plus the way I make dough in the slums

Keep smoke in the lungs

And write rhymes more potent than drugs

Y’all don’t wanna end up chokin' on slugs

With a throat full of blood

You should watch how you open your mug

Watch how it go down when them pistols around

Cause you could end up with a slug through your wisdom and chow

Bullets flying through your kitchen and blaow

More people in the church than the christening now

Isn’t it foul

Probably could’ve been avoided but you was too paranoid

Off sniffin' you ain’t seein' choices

My voice is something like Kennedy

Except you gon' remember me for killin' these mics

Not gettin' murked out by my enemies

I’m livin' the life most of these rap niggas pretend to be

Sellin' mean gettin' locked up by the police and my friend’ll be

Way past due if I lay past two

So I’m on that early bird shit, grey that goose

Homie make that loot

And when you baggin' up dimes of drawer

It’s better to make that loose

Cause it look like it’s way more to these customers

They don’t understand the agenda of real hustlers

They just wanna cop what you’re sellin' and roll dutches up

Get they minds stimulated and away from the troubles of

Situations that we go through throughout our daily life

Which homie banging your wife

It’s probably an A you like

(And he wanna tell you)

But he dont know how he can say it right

You’ll probably pick up a knife

And slay him that very night

Then I dont be wifin' up bitches

Cause they be trife

Make you put it on the line

Like Ghost and baby Trife

Get you shot up in your ride

Like BIG and Obie Trice

The bullets ain’t nothing nice

But until I see the light--

I’mma live