Hear this clear, I'm a MAN I tell ya No dreams or drugs like the slugs will I ever sell ya A man I am, in the body of a youth So don't play me like I'
Dirty south affiliated Niggas with guns Verse 3: eleven twenty-nine I'm making flashes to the man in the booth To get 'em crunk So you know just what I got up and did I got
thing Hahaha, I cracks myself up I know I talk shit, but I can back myself up Still don't believe the words I'm spittin' Dab, I'm from Brooklyn, that's a
little bums I take the cake from under the baker's thumbs I bake the cake, get two of them for one Then I move the weight like I'm Oprah's son Uhh, I
Haters wonderin' how I got my position with rock 'Cuz I listen to the lox and I to watch While you still sittin' in spot, ditchin' the cops I'm in the
love see me You're a crossbreed, I'm a knowledge seed I want action, that's what I need I never put doubt in my mind 'Cuz I know when I touch the mic
I feel uncomfortable when I'm laughed at in the streets, But I don't want to be one of them. I want to be an outsider, At the same time I'd like to come
muthafucka breathin' I walk around with a knife in my back Talkin' 'bout a bad day, I live a life like that It's a fear, and I'm losin' my hair, bless
Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes I bust a trey-trey, buggin' an' shit, they call it overthuggin' and shit But I was just a younger nigga, gettin
you I ain't fuckin' with y'all, I ain't fuckin with you I guess I got a bad attitude Verse 1: I spit that slick shit like K-Y Jelly Out for the mail
K.I.M. Keep it movin', yeah, yeah to the K.I.M. I ain't got no time for chuckin' and jivin' Hip-hop could never be a way of life It doesn't tell you
First off I got to send a shout out to Brooklyn B K in the building stand up, second of all Man, I tell you when I do these interviews out here, man All
me kid You locked down, doin a bid {'What can I do?'} With a nigga, tryin to take food off of my plate And you know I got a kid {'What can I do?'} When
, then I'll ask for the other hand That's the right hand, Black Man (Man) Only if you are noted as my man (Man) If I get the credit, then I'll think
come up I be playing my position, trying to chase a come up I'm on the corner like little kids waiting for the school bus I'm Reggie bush about my paper man, I
a soldier too Don't you worry 'bout a thing 'cause I got you Just wanna take your time To tell ya how I feel (How I feel) Girl I just wanna thank you
that close to quittin' I never should've came close to missin' But I want to be a musician pimpin' not a politician Listen, feel my position this a rough transition Plus I
I hang with rappers like Doug E. Fresh and Cool J I hang with Tone Loc and Don Cheadle in L.A., plus I Got a Man you know the Positive K I get blasted