This song is dedicated to my man 2Pac Shakur
(Rest in peace)
Notorious B.I.G
(Rest in peace)
And all my other homies that have died
In the madness called street life
(Rest in peace)
I'm a straight up G, let's not pretend
Dedicated to all of my friends
On the East and the West Coast
Time to let this drama go
1986 Deep in the mix
Me and my team out for cream and jewelicks
The faster the better, the bloodletter
The babysitter, the case hitter
Me, I'm the pointman, give less than a damn 'bout anything
Just let my hammer swing, come up, gimme my cut
What? Girls don't mean nothing to me, don't push the button on me
I'll flip and twist your nasticaly nasty G, basically
Makin' me an antisocial individual, too hype
Recognize the type?
Then the music called hip-hop came along and saved my life
I have a story to tell 'bout my knowledge of hell
Too big for a book, listen and look, now let's do some math
A gun in the hand plus an angry man minus love
Equals ambulance, cops, blue and red rags, toe tags, and body bags
Y'all feel me, is it too real G?
Brothers say drop some heat T, absolutely
Everything's Gucci soon as we realize
This game's the only one we got left
Hip-hop's become the game of death
Some of y'all busters out there tryin' to weigh stuff
But it took some of us hustlers all this time to lay somethin'
I'm a straight up G, let's not pretend
Dedicated to all of my friends
On the East and the West Coast
Time to let this drama go
Okay, let me break it down, they got the one strike law
You go in and you catch the other two
Before you know what happened to you, game's over dude
On the next page they got power in effect
White hoods and rednecks waitin' to see
Which one of us kills the next brother next
Think about it too long, it'll make you sick
Believe me, the last thing they wanna see is us risin' economically
Astronomically, it could happen homie, follow me
Hip-hop's the black gold, mine and the soul
Refined as we roll and another ghetto story is told
I stopped flippin' ki's in '83
They need a time machine to incarcate me
I'm square as a pool table, twice as green, know what I mean?
Flipped from heat to legal green, the hip-hop scene
Beef? The only beef I got is a steak
I'm tryin' to eat with the players elite
East, West, North, South, moon, star
I'm gonna ball wherever the chips are
I hope y'all players listen, ain't out there hatin' and dissin'
Y'all know the game is to be sold and not told
I should be takin' a collection
This time I'll make an exception
I've just been here from the start of this
I got to come from the heart of this
I'm a straight up G, let's not pretend
Dedicated to all of my friends
On the East and the West Coast
Time to let this drama go
Some nights I lay awake tryin' to analyze and anticipate
The moves of the fakes, wonderin' if
The cancer's in too deep, can't sleep
Tryin' to diagnose the poison as it creeps
Injected into a pure hustle born on city streets
Migraines fill my brain as I reach toward the realm of the insane
Wishin' and prayin' that another brother
Gets to live the life that I got to play in
Tryin' to represent to the fullest
I gotta come hard y'all, no time to pull it
Y'all fools think illin' and tearin' up hip-hop's the thing to do G?
I'm paid, I don't need rap no more fool, I'll make a movie
Y'all tryin' to lose me
And to y'all suckers with your acrobatic playa hatin' tactics
Tryin' to jump over the brilliant plan and hustlin'
I've incorporated into this music over these years
Y'all will fall victim to your own lies
And the P.I. will continue to rise
Open your eyes kid, this game's immaculate
Drama's irrelevant, stay sucker repellent
Invent, incorporate, parlay, play
And I ain't got no reason to lie to you
I'm a straight up G, let's not pretend
Dedicated to all of my friends
On the East and the West Coast
Time to let this drama go
I'm a straight up G, let's not pretend
Dedicated to all of my friends
On the East and the West Coast
Time to let this drama go
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