Lyrics:
to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
Whether block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit, I got shit
Get Sig' any track I'mma spit the talk to it
stayed on the raps 'til we made it on the map
By then, No I was my main guy
He and I was like Chi-town's Gang Starr
We had came far together, with a long
to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
Whether block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit, I got shit
Get Sig' any track I'mma spit the talk to it
Whether block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit
Get Sig' any track I'ma spit the talk to it
Down South gon' bounce Crips
to change my name
Y'all wasn't tryna put out my album so we did the while-you-wait shit
We went on tour, you know what I'm saying?
But eventually shit
albums in a row
Be like Too Short, baby, and pimp a hoe
It's so easy, if ya know how to get it
You'll never be another broke-ass nigga
We got top-notch
you none
When it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns
Now I'm guilty by association
Times of blackness eclipsin the sun, target practice
gangstas show me love
For that track I did, yeah I know
The rest the album wack as shit
O-o-o oh, it's Kanye to the
With that platinum shit, ya punk bitch
Lemming leprechaun haircut, motherfucker
You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze
'Cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like
let me serve,
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word,
All I did was the switch the kitchens,
Did some tracks on the birds,
Irv, Gotti know I'm
'em in the back of they head
For those lies that I know that they said
Ya tried to play me soft, now ya set it off
If ya got something on ya chest, let
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
through's tougher than anything I ever have suffered
Can't think of a better way to define poetic justice
Can I hold grudges? Mind's saying, "let it go,
it's all fact
It's all fact it's non-fiction
Fast forward just a year later
I done drop my first album and
I'm feelin' like I made it
Goin' all around
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
out
And I’m going to change the name, like I
Want to perfect this moment some more well
I think it’s just if you’re a
Perfectionist, that’s just what
what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride
On you bitch made ass Bad Boy
backs like King acts
Over Organized tracks full of facts
So you know that it's D.E.E.P
You want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked
and commission
I got it all figured out like Columbo
I'll drop you like Dumbo
Your album is weak, and so is your video
Or should I say wackeo
Your girl
through's tougher than anything I ever have suffered
Can't think of a better way to define poetic justice
Can I hold grudges? Mind's saying, "let it go, fu-
city on the map
I mean, when the last time you heard Carson on the track, nigga?
Let alone when they calling out stomping grounds on the West
I'll wait
listed by others
This that summertime, Kool & The Gang, me and my brothers
Taking it back like primitive, tell me now who gon' let 'em live?
Shit, like
of the original
Orphaned trio, abandoned by lyrical
Through us, the echelon exposed with the roll with no soul
Counterfeit style, born sworn and sold
Out with
gun
He'd been blessing every one of my
Albums since the first one
On this mixtape right here
There is no interceptions
Every track is produced by Dilla
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