Late 808

If you admire somebody you should go on ‘head tell ’em

People never get the flowers while they can still smell ’em

Stay far from timid

Only make moves when your heart’s in it

And live the phrase Sky’s The Limit

I’m anti-Santa Maria

Only Christopher we acknowledge is Wallace

You see you wouldn’t ask why the rose that grew from the concrete

Had damaged petals. On the contrary, we would all celebrate its

Tenacity

The moon talk to the sea and speak the body language fluently

She makes it rain

I’m representin’ for them gangstas all across the world

Still hittin’ them corners in them lo-lo’s, girl

Still takin’ my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it’s the D.R.E.

If I had a dollar

For every time I couldn’t sleep

I could buy a million locks

And finally read a book in peace

I say it’s my world, and I won’t stop

And if you stand in my way you bound to get dropped

Try to make some sense of all this shit in my brain

One foot stuck in a tar pit of my ways

Once in a blue I check to see how you’re doin

I know you need loot, so I send it through Western Union

Everybody claim they the best and they head the throne

Since B.I.G is gone, if you ask me, they “Dead Wrong”

Look hey I smoke too much:

The problems of a twenty-something

I drink too often, there’s liquor pouring from the faucet

I’m out for presidents to represent me

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

I take a look at my life and realize there’s nothin’ left

‘Cause I’ve been blastin’ and laughin’ so long

That even my momma thinks that my mind is gone

California love

California knows how to party

California knows how to party

In the city of L.A

In the city of good ol’ Watts

In the city, the city of Compton

We keep it rockin’

See the big black picture if you look inside of my mind

It’s graphic, expressed it drastic

Thinking of a master plan

Cause ain’t nothing but sweat inside my hand

Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps

Rae’s a heavy generator, but yo, guess who’s the black Trump?

My vernacular

Exercises my cardiovascular

Flipping like a spatula

Attacking like I’m Dracula

A legend like Acura

In fact I’m a Maxima

Alpha to Omega

The Pharaoh is coming back for Ya

Split you to your marrow

I self lord and master you

The ambassador

Of the murder flow

Gonna ravish ya

Have you ever loved someone so much

You’d give an arm for

Not the expression, no

Literally give an arm for

When they know they’re your heart

And you know you are their armor

And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her

Now hush, little baby, don’t you cry

Everything’s gonna be alright

Stiffen that upper lip up, little lady, I told ya

Daddy’s here to hold ya through the night

I know Mommy’s not here right now

And we don’t know why

We fear how we feel inside

It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby

But I promise, Momma’s gon’ be alright

Dracula, Frankenstein, The Wolfman

The Invisible Man and Hercules don’t scare me

The FBI, Anti-American Committee, J. Edgar Hoover, President Nixon

President Johnson, Martha Mitchell

And her husband or her man or her woman Ethel

Kennedy, all the Kennedys

Bank of America, Chase Manhattan Rockefeller

None of these people scare me

What scares me is that one day my son will ask me

What did you do Daddy when the shit was goin’ down

They say I walk around like got an S on my chest

Naw, that’s a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest

If you lookin’ for me I’ll be on the block

Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment

Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there

Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head

I didn’t like to sleep with Jon-Jon he peed the bed

Seven o’clock, pluckin’ roaches out the cereal box

Some shared the same spoon, watchin’ Saturday cartoons

Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no frills

In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel…

I hope you learn to make it on your own

And if you love yourself, just know you’ll never be alone

I hope that you get everything you want and that you chose

I hope that it’s the realest thing that you ever know

Hope you get the pretty girls that’s pretty at everything

Million dollar cribs, havin’ million dollar dreams

And when you get it all, just remember one thing

Remember one thing, that one man could change the world

That one man could change the world

If you got it, better flaunt it

New York, concrete jungle

Where dreams are made of

There’s nothing you can’t do

Now you’re in New York

These streets will make you feel brand new

Big lights will inspire you

Let’s hear it for New York

New York, New York

I’m Soulo, take a photo, blowing do-do in a dojo

We a green light, you a no-go, hey Q, go

No, Rock, go

I’m a rock though, like Barack though

And my eyes low and I drive slow like Paul Wall

Give it back though, I got y’all

Nah, fuck that, I’m a ball hog

No, fuck that, they gon’ fall off

Got a sawed-off, I’mma hop out, let it all off

Hop back in, then I haul off

We situated, we hit the pavement so hard

We all got ground to play with

A challenger is like last year calendars

Yup, you’re all outdated

Here’s a tune about this honey named Renee

That I met one day

On my way back from John Jay

I’m peeping shorty as she’s walking to the train

I tap her on her shoulders

Excuse me miss, but can I get your name

She said, my name is Renee

I said I got a whole lot to say

So may I walk you to your subway

She said if you want so yo, we started talking

I bought two franks and two drinks and we began walking

I had to see where that head was at

Cause her gear was mad phat

So we must chat about this and that

She told me what she was in school for

She wants to be a lawyer

In other words, shorty studies law

I’m telling shorty I’m a writer

There’s a war going on outside no man is safe from

You could run, but you can’t hide forever

From these streets that we done took

You walking with your head down

Scared to look, you shook

‘Cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks

They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town

It’s similar to Vietnam

Six in the morn’, fire in the street

Burn, baby, burn, that’s all I wanna see

And sometimes I get off watching you die in vain

It’s such a shame they may call me crazy

They may say I suffer from schizophrenia or somethin’

But homie, you made me

Black don’t crack

Push me to the edge, all my friends are dead

Climb the ladder to success escalator style

She stays alone, never sheds a single tear

She stays in the coolest moods, clearly woman of the year

She and all her girlfriends, they go out dressed to win

She comes back to the cooler side of town

But she lives in my lap