long ass story you know,
hel la dates, hella times, names
Tell me n***a, have you ever watched your family starve,
and I've been there at six
in the morning when rollers barging,
I had two generations of your family hooked on margarine,
all this drama and still my cuddies keep falling,
three summers ago, my older cousin tried
calling, and when the judge got him,
the crooked jury started applauding, slow down youngster,
That's what my mother keep callin'
Through steps ahead of death
I've been that way since I was crawlin'
Late 89, freak deep frontin'
Me a whole one
Only 13, cooked it up
And then I sold some
Fatty came fast
Cause
Astoria
Street was poppin'
Pushin' them
Nikes
And now I hit the block knockin'
Quest I play
I been in the corner in them
Shevs
In that
Biggie
Funky
We ripped the city into shreds
Some say they livin' close to the edge
Well, I was raised there
Got my shit together
Hit the track and got paid there
And never did I stress off the jail term
Some try to say it's filthy money,
but it's well -earned
So why some tell you, just say no?
I'm getting vicious by my hustle,
steady opening doors
If you got to go out there and
handle your business
Open up doors, I do yours,
how y 'all even leave?
Satisfied?
Lean into the sun
Feel the sun gangsterly
Let us play on the scene
Three years later,
still young in the streets
Started writin', playin' rap,
still slangin' the
D
I came with
Crack the 40 and pay this pip
First time I touched a microphone,
I knew I had this gift
To, uh, make a million, stop co -dealin'
So I got with
Mac
Dre, we got paper to make
I did a seven -song
EP, but it didn't get released
Cuz my cutty was too hard
for the fuckin' police
On the real,
it wasn't straight conspiracy
They got my folks in the system,
I thought I was washed
No record, no money, no hoes on the job,
and I was just so close
Got me thinking what the
devil wanna do me for
So now I'm back to the check
where I came from
Same soldiers, same strips,
serving the same crumbs
They wanna see a
player starving and broke
Instead of pimping and living,
instead he opening domes
You got to go out there
and handle your business
Open up doors, I'll do yours, alright
Said it's hold up, lead it to the side
Femme strut, gangsta lean,
baddest nigga on the scene
Yeah though, yeah though,
fuck the technique dick
All on a nigga dick tip,
you know what I'm say in'
Try to take my nigga young man
Dre down
But
I'ma have a gangsta approach
from the gang that I sold
A year later, it got a little greater
Me and
Kyrie, now we gettin' young
players together
Dropped the legal business,
had to beat town
So we sold 200 ,000 plus
independent hoes
Down with
YBB, but I had to do my own shit
Get full control or you'll be broke
as fuck and gone quick
But I knew it all started from
Strictly
No matter what the suckers do,
the game is still in me
Packed up my macket and
my craft -sized slags
Took some flights, now it's the youngster,
runnin' his thangs
And now a nigga got action,
that girl is straight platinum
So when you buy this tape,
I'm the one that's doin' stack, yeah
Poured them licks in,
had to slang, yeah, yo
Now I'm in the industry,
straight openin' doors
You got to go out there and
handle your business
Open up doors and handle yours,
alright
Yeah, yeah, so I guess it all worked out,
you know what saying?
It all started from a dream for my nigga,
young
Michael
Robinson
You know, better known as the
Mack
The shit went on through
Mack
Dran, young
Coolio, you know what I'm saying?
18, the shit is living through me, young
Mack has more
95, pimp or die,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Ayy, don't even trip,
it's 96 in the wake up
You gon' hear from my nigga
Young
MD
Five year later, still young in the game
It's gon' be poppin'
Young
Coolio, what's up, man?
Stevie
D,
Mack
Lee, nigga
All the other rappers from the
Crest side
Young
Doobie,
Young
Tay
You know what I'm sayin'?
Kiki, what's up?