Late 808

Now little Terry got a gun he got from the store

He bought it with the money he got from his chores

He robbed the candy shop told them lay down on the floor

Put the cookies in the bag; take the pennies out the drawer

Lil’ Khalil got a gun he got from the rebels

To kill the infidels and American devils

A bomb on his waist, a mask on his face

Prays five times a day yet listens to heavy metal

Little Alex got a gun he took from his dad

That he snuck into school in his black book bag

His black nail polish, black boots and black hat

He’s gon’ blow away the bully that just pushed his ass

I’ve got the mind of the man in the mirror so I’m looking at me vaguely

But I can’t seem to fade me

You can plan a pretty picnic

But you can’t predict the weather

When I rolls over ya gonna have to wanna lamp

Cause it’s the chattanooga champ

Takin’ the train…Takin’ the train…Takin’ the train…Takin’ a train…

Don’t push me, ’cause I’m close to the edge

I’m trying not to lose my head

It’s like a jungle sometimes

It makes me wonder how I keep from going under

The sky is falling, the wind is calling

Stand for something or die in the morning

I reminisce for a spell, or shall I say think back

22 years ago to keep it on track

The birth of a child on the 8th of October

A toast but my granddaddy came sober

My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip

My life owes me, like an overdose

I’m slowly, drifting in the arms of trouble

Then trouble holds me

I am a sinner who’s probably gonna sin again

Lord, forgive me! Lord, forgive me!

Things I don’t understand

Sometimes I need to be alone

Let’s have a toast for the douchebags

Let’s have a toast for the assholes

Let’s have a toast for the scumbags

Every one of them that I know

Let’s have a toast for the jerk-offs

That’ll never take work off

Baby, I got a plan

Run away fast as you can

Yeah, this is how we chill from 93 ’til

This is how we chill from 93 ’til

This is how we chill from 93 ’til

This is how we chill from 93 ’til

Uh-huh, this is how we chill from 93 ’til

This is how we chill from 93 ’til

This is how we chill from 93 ’til

This is how we chill… from 93 ’til

The rejected stone is now the cornerstone

Sort of like the master builder when I make my way home

More thoughts than Bibles, recital – taught disciples

A sawed off mic, so words scatter like a rifle

The early bird will get the worm, and drink it with Tequila

I’d rather be with you until I’m through

Oh, yes, I do

I’d rather be with you until that day we’ll find a way

I just love that smiling face in the early sun

If I can’t have you to myself, then life’s no fun

I kept shooting strong notes as we got close

She rocked rope, honey throat smellin like Impulse

My mind warps and bends, floats the wind, count to ten

Meet the twin André Ben, welcome to the lion’s den

Original skin many men comprehend

I extend myself so you go out and tell a friend

Sin all depends on what you believing in

Faith is what you make it, that’s the hardest shit since MC Ren

Alien can blend right on in with your kin

Look again, cause I swear I spot one every now and then

It’s happening again, wish I could tell you when

André, this is André, y’all are just gon’ have to make amends

No jokin, I’m gettin paid fully

You wanna buy the cassette? Stop by Sam Goody

Yo where’s my hoodie? I wanna be hard and cause some ruckus

Dead in the middle of Little Italy, little did we know

That we riddled two middlemen who didn’t do diddily

Keep your enemies close, where they can see you.

It’s not your enemy who get you, it’s always your own people.

No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence

Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin’

While I’ll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops

Throwin’ …… off airplanes cause Cash Rules

Everything Around Me

To the college kids no scholarships, starting your semester

Unpacking your suitcases filling up your dresser

Enjoy it while you got it, after that it’s God bless ya

Life is your professor, you know that bitch is gon test ya

Yo, sit back relax catchin contacts, sip your congiac

And let’s all wash this money through this laundry mat

Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar

In fact, touch mines, and I’ll react like a Rottweiler

Late for everything, my face to the cement

That’s how I always seen it

I spent days faded and anemic

You could see it in my face, I ain’t been eatin’, I’m just wastin’ away

Looks like the way that River Phoenix went gon’ end up my fate

And when they drag me out the gutter, mail the ashes to my mother

Wherever he goes, I go, se, he me amigo

And we gonna ill

I am the leather jacket, black glasses, All-American bad boy

I own the swagga supermarket and you, you just a bag boy

Aiyyo, we got five boroughs of ghettos

With many places to meet, you get lost in busy streets

The city that never sleeps

Mecca, Medina, the population increase

The desert and the oasis, New York, the far East

With Gods and sheiks, pretty Amazons for weeks

Player dons that fleece, the family’s black sheep

Icons that teach, that we all act unique

Now as the sun starts to rise that’s my favorite part of day

No pollution in the air, no noises from the freeway

That’s when I focus on things that aren’t man made

Like the wind blowing, or heavy drops of rain

It ain’t over here it comes again

Hold it on my shoulders til I can’t hold it in

Life ain’t about what you see, it’s what you did

And when you get that it’s time to go again

Beware of my crime family

Who got ’nuff shots to share

For all of those who wanna profile and pose

Rock you in your face

Stab your brain with your nosebone

You’re all alone in these streets, cousin

I’m gonna rock this land

I’m gonna take this itty bitty world by storm

And I’m just getting warm

Flow like the breeze with ease of seven seas.

No doubt that making dollars make sense

But it really doesn’t matter that much in the end

It feels like something’s heating up, can I leave with you?