| See my paps, the nigga had to be a rolling stone
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| Whereever he laid his head, had to be his home
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| Cause by time I was three he was gone
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| I had to move on stay strong for my moms
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| We moved to the block 1976
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| About that time I was three, a little kid
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| Came from BedStuy but I rep Queensbridge
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| Riverpark ??? |
| made the kid what I is Seein’Marley Marl, Hot Day, DJ Twinz
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| Had a joint jump when the record start to spin
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| MC Shan, R-Kim, Flash and Biz
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| Coldless n’Tragedy n’Superkid was my shit
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| I couldn’t count all the drugs I sold in my hand
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| Know all the times that I could’ve been dead
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| Shah stare blocked up and chill doin’biz
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| My mother never told me there’ll be things like this, why?
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| Let’s take it back to 8-Tracks and Cadillacs
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| Diamond in the back on the block selling crack
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| Take it back, way back, when P had a black acc
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| About '95 when we first started to rap in fact
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| Take it back, I had hoes on the tracks
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| See I been there and tapped my favourite joint was the mac
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| Click-Clack, take it back, when I was a little kid
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| All the hard times growing up, bit after bit
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| As I go in deep thought about how I came up My pops was never there on none of my birthdays
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| On know holidays but I loved him anyway
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| God bless his soul, I know how shit go Nobody’s perfect you feel me, bro?
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| It was just me and my brother, my mother was like my father
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| She told us right from wrong always stay strong
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| No matter the situation just have patience
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| Eventually you will achieve your goal
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| Whatever you do, be the best at it
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| I ran with her words and wisdom they ran at it Topspeed mind, no success and checks
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| My kids and my clikk, flock the bullshit
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| It’s money to get, rappers nowadays
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| They frontin like their rich, floassin’and flashin'
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| That shit don’t impress me you feel me, dun?
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| Let’s take it back to 8-Tracks and Cadillacs
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| Diamond in the back on the block selling crack
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| Take it back, way back, when P had a black acc
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| About '95 when we first started to rap in fact
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| Take it back, I had hoes on the tracks
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| See I been there and tapped my favourite joint was the mac
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| Click-Clack, take it back, when I was a little kid
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| All the hard times growing up, bit after bit
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| Yo, the name in this book is called shit never changed
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| Guaranteed if you read it, you never feel the same
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| It was around '79 when we moved to the hood
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| Young ass girl with 4 kids and one in the oven
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| I ain’t really had no fam, just my aunt and cousins
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| Thanks to free lunchs without that a nigga be buggin'
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| I remember my mother’s voice, fussin’and cussin'
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| On the welfareline collecting them stamps
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| And thanks to the hood, they made me who I am
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| A hustler, know how to get what I need
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| Make sure I’m good with somewhere to sleep
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| Since a little kid times been tough
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| Pumpin’cracks at 12 times been rough
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| Hoes in my shoes, who gives a fuck?
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| One thing on my mind is making those bucks
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| Slit, get clapped up and press your luck, what?
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| Let’s take it back to 8-Tracks and Cadillacs
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| Diamond in the back on the block selling crack
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| Take it back, way back, when P had a black acc
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| About '95 when we first started to rap in fact
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| Take it back, I had hoes on the tracks
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| See I been there and tapped my favourite joint was the mac
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| Click-Clack, take it back, when I was a little kid
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| All the hard times growing up, bit after bit |