Old School Mouse

You now listenin to a different type of boss Abstract, they cut him from a different type of clothe Jers say that mouths want a different type of soft Only started when I was lookin at different type of lofts Told em, I'm a don, show me somethin with a pool next I need four bathrooms, it ain't gotta be a duplex White tee, boots yes, see 'em in a suit next Or somethin European shirt lookin like a two X Runnin for the ball like I'm Plaxico Burress Or in Cancun breakin a back on a brunette Gimmicks down pat like they rehearse that much I don't response to a sublime, it ain't hurt that much Yea I scream out Jers that much Cause these other dudes fightin for New York like it's worth that much And these sitcom niggaz caress and hold bitches To them they 'golden girls', to me, they old bitches Chicks lookin at G-Ucons lookin to cheat you Owe a nigga money, you know he lookin to see you! Niggaz lookin to beat you Fiend treat the hood like its Saw part two, cause they just lookin for needles I wake up grateful that I'm breathin first Cause dudes'll kill you, they don't need a reason first! These niggaz'll still hit em They know the hood is too poor to hire CSI, and Gil Grissom Nowadays, gotta keep a blue steel wit em I know about snakes, cause I used to deal wit em Used to give my heart, used to rob, steal, wit em Let 'em meet mom, share my last meal wit em To rap now, you ain't gotta have skill wit em Just appeal...witta lil bit a' rhythm A dude has that and ready to attack y'all You gotta kiss ass or else you get blackballed If you don't like niggaz, still give 'em dap y'all I swear to God this hip hop shit is a trap y'all I don't even remember how I used to act y'all Something wrong wit the math, I know I can add y'all I came out screamin Desert Storm everyday And soon as I stop, he don't wanna play Stacks sayin what you did for Clue, shit I just laced it I didn't even know that dude was doin his tape, shiiiitt He don't want the fame no more, its fuckin wit me Don't hear Reasonable Doubt the same more I can't listen to Blueprint (Naaw!) Got a resentment toward Hov, tryin to hate on em, throwin in my two cent They say don't bite the hand that feeds you Even if I wanted to, I can't, no teeth to Don't get me wrong, I still got love for Clue and Hov But they both rich, so what that gotta do wit Joe?! I gotta bring home food for Joe...Trey that is... Like, fuck why I say that shit?! See, girl why you take that shit, but it's just how I feel, so naw, don't erase that shit Child supports a bitch, but I take care of mine But the Lord just say I ain't there for mine And the judge I look at (what about?) Don't wanna hear, nor do he understand that things got pushed back I'm sittin here with all this anger, stop me He's like what about this thing called a Gangsta Party? Must think I live life like it's a Gangsta Party! I'm 10 seconds away from a gangsta robbery, nigga!! No four leaf clover, I can't luck up Feel like removin the seeds and gettin fucked up Feelin quick temper, somebody bound to get fucked up I feel like everyone around me's a fuck up Ratchet on me, I'm screamin out What What Bout to live life like my last buck's up I ain't got time to run around stuck up Not when I just seen a group of niggaz gettin stuck up So you damn right, I'm on my grind Look like some shit is on my mind niggaz Need to talk, but nobody to turn to So I go to horoscopes in the Jersey Journal It's always somethin bad, I don't know why I read it Then I play it off, its fake, I don't believe it! Smoking like two packs a day Still got about five cartridges stashed away And that's just were I'm at today I'll be in a better place if I just pass away (Sike!) Just hop in the casket and lay That's old school mouse, move on, put the past away