Yeah, we back Back in Muhammad crib, nigga, top floor The back room with just the one little small window, nigga The light be comin' through it in the morning Old-ass walls and shit But it's just like I remember, just like I wanted it Yeah, I'm workin'

It's a promise that you cannot break Was your life worth dying for? The universe survives on give and take As above, so below Dismantled piece by piece, what's left will not decease As within, so without The seasons bring relief Death is an open door

DTP we got them guns that go Yea I'm all about that pistol player, cold blooded killer Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealer You better tell ya man that with the gauges I'm nice Ill shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like dikes But

Fuck what they heard, tell 'em, mind they business If you want it, baby, I'll go and get it Treat it like a pony, the way you ride that shit Know you love a nigga, you ain't gotta hide that shit Get in that pussy and I'm never leavin' with it You a real

Ey man, if you got a problem with somebody Whatever happened to approaching them? Looking at em eye to eye Too much tweefin' going on in this world Thumb thuggin' is at an all-time high They startin' to take this shit a lil too far Jack Rappers all in

And since the day I left Milwaukee Lyncheburg Bordeaux, France And helping white people dance You had some of the best times You'll never remember with me Alcohol, alcohol Been making the bars With lots of big money I got you in trouble in high school

Next thing we're touching Oh, everybody's starry-eyed Whoa oh oh ah ah And everybody goes And my body goes Whoa oh oh ah ah You look at me it's like you hit me with lightning Oh, oh, starry eyed

Slim shit, look like Draya Michele I been goin' crazy, givin' 'em hell She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player Connect the dots then I plug up the scale If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair Fuck the law,

I be so paranoid I hear these niggas tryin' to fuck with me Real shit, I know I got enemies I can't let them niggas enter me I ain't scared to die nigga I'll take your life nigga Fuck it shoot 'em down nigga A hundred rounds 'll put you down, nigga

What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way I remember Mr. Magic, Flash, Grandmaster Caz LL raising hell but, that didn't last Eric B. & Rakim was, the shit to me I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D