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Ah keep on, chcka chcka chcka (Repeat 6x)
Mo'fker move back, I pursue rap at the pace of a New Jack
Miscellaneous numbers and shoes stack grooves
Rap I deliver for the hungry and underprivileged
Something different from these hollow and grunting
This is business strictly, step to my business is risky
'Specially when you as b*tch as Missy
Back to back LP's that sound the same, I surround the game
With a four-pounded brainstorm
To make dance in the rain, scared to take a chance in the game
Used to breakdance, it's a shame
What money do to a nigg* brain
If he lose his soul what did a nigg* gain?
"Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it"
"C O double M O to the N" (cut and scratched 4x)
My train of thought is that of a hustler, or a nigg* with his shirt off
Trying to get his work off to customers
I rap with a chip on my shoulder, squeezing Coronas
See shirts that say "We gotta get over"
That juggy s**t is over, the war is on
I on;y want to be a soldier, I'm holding on, to a culture
Focused like Gordon Parks when it's sorta dark
For that's flooded with ice, my thought's the ark
Performing warming arts with some s**t for the heart
Don't fk with radio, ignoring the charts
I could give a fcK what you made in a year, nigg*, you wack
A soft nigg* on a hard track, in this new rap
Generation I "X" cats like a Muslim
He fell off cause I pushed him
Let his Bently and his weak crew be his cushion
I catch him on the streets, in front of the bodyguards and rush him
"Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it"
"C O double M O to the N" (cut and scratched 4x)
You wasn't saying you was a thug before Pac came
Ten years ago you had a high top trying to be like Kane
Then Snoop released and it became a G thang
Claim sets, your city ain't got gangs
hate you, they ain't paying you no attention
In a circle of f*gg*ts, your name is mentioned
With six degrees, I separate MC's, from a business man that's good
>From a nigg* that was raised or just lived in the hood
>From what a nigg* says to what's understood
Keep my s**t tight like them boys in "The Wood"
d*ck is always hard like the "Boyz in the Hood"
Peace to Dug Inf, No I, Sean Lett, the whole Chi
At the crib some cats give me the cold eye
I'm a b*tch slap the next one
Let him know the world is my section for taking
You got to reduce aggression
"Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it"
"C O double M O to the N" (cut and scratched 4x)