The Autobiography
It's about that time nigga
For what?
Redo this motherfucker look I found it nigga
Ah hell nah nigga!
Shit
Now here we go, y'all gotta play this
Due to you bitch-ass niggaz I'ma maze this
Rearranged funk and refreak the track
The Godfather of Underground Rap is back
Banged out the game as I ride with the Benji's
Fuck off the hook, nigga I'm off the fuckin' hinges
No gimmicks, just a crew of drive-by shooters
Coupe de Ville swoopers, looters and Stax loopers
I started off way back sick with a mentality
Wicked got down kickin' it with the Syndicate
Just a lil' nigga seein' ways to get paid
Levi corduroy saggin' with french braids
No overnight success, no tinted windows
No limos, just a hungry nigga doin' demos
The year eighty-eight, the group was Low Pro
When niggaz used to swerve on Lincoln's and Vogues
Loc these niggaz ain't knowin' about payin' no dues, the shit I done been through
Gone through, put through, was bruised too so it's time to school these foes
Looka there, as I walk the rugged road of the path
I gets flashbacks, and thrash mash, enemies in my path
Hustler turn your page to nineteen eighty-nine
When a young nigga first signed the dotted line, I was
Bang bang, boogie with the music
Took the old funk track, and relooped it
Dropped "Payin Dues" for a small amount of cheddar
The name of the LP was "We In This Together"
Aw shit, what the fuck why you stop
Man this motherfuckin' pager keep goin' off
Look I'm tired of these bitches!
You's a cold nigga!
No shit!