("Cause Ain't No Fiends Coming In Between Me An My Dreams



See What I Mean Black? I Gets The Paper")




Microphone Thugs Flip Keys And Shit



Remember The 80's When Niggas Was Acting Crazy?



The Mean Streets Raised Me



I Used To Live Dangerously



Admist Crack Selling Armed Dangerous Felons



Plus Murderers Drug Spot Burglars



Niggas Doing Anything To Acquire That Paper



Live The Life Of Crime But Got Saved By The Rhyme



Peace To All My Niggas Doing Time On Top Of Time



Plus The Ones Gunned Down In Their Prime



I Made It This Far Because Of Divine Design



Diamond Chains The Sun Still Outshines



I Get You Drunk Off My Drink Like That Champaigne Wine



As Long As There's Breath Left, I Father The Fatherless



If Shit Was Real Brooklyn Would Snatch That Chain Off Your Chest



Don't Fess, We Know Why You Rock That Vest



Hard On Records, But Really Pussy, Check It



I Do This For Me, And Not The Paper, Strictly 100%




("Cause Ain't No Fiends Coming In Between Me An My Dreams



See What I Mean Black? I Gets The Paper")




It Started Way Before Super Rhymes



Peace To Mom Dukes For Enduring Hard Times



God Bless All The Victims Of My Past Life Crimes



I Do This For The Ghetto Youth Living Like Good Times



Flipping Rhymes Saved Me From The Obvious Traps



In '97 Studio Hustlers Puch Crack On Wax



And Breaking Backs, But Faking Jacks



If It Wasn't For Contracts, They Wouldn't Bust Caps



So, Destroy Your People And Collect Huge Stacks



Fat Axe, And Platinum Plaques



Come Bring It Back, Rewind It That Old Gangster Bullshit



Got The Youth Running Around Criminal Minded



Not A Player Hater, Just Don't Chase The Paper



Got A Little Deal So Some Heads Caught The Vapors