And I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it
No pain, no profit
D.A. wanna indict me
You already know what the business is
'Cause fish scales in my veins like a Pisces
Whether right or southpaw, whether pot or a jar
Became prisoners, treats taped to the visitors
**** Bush, chef, guess what I cooked
No matter how you slice it, I'm your mother****in' guy
Try as they may they couldn't keep me on the hook
Feds, they like whack rappers
And I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it
Blame Reagan for makin' me into a monster
In my prime, so for that time I'm Rakim
Don't waste your time fightin' the life
Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit together
That's okay with me, that's where they made me at
I spin my work into pot so I can spend my bread
C'mon! Yeah
If it wasn't for the crime that I was in
I'm Ringling Brothers, Barnum & Bailey with the pies
Get it boy
Like Pepsi, that's a brand name
Push, money over broads you got it
Don't waste your time fighting the life
Can't you tell that I came from the dope game?
Stay your course and you'll understand
But I wouldn't be the guy whose rhymes it is that I'm in
Stay your course and you'll understand
And I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it
G-g-get it boy
Nah, I don't spin on my head
I write my name in the history books hustlin' in the hall
G-g-get it boy
P, I'll repeat it to show you where the pot is
So let the champagne pop
I'm gettin' it, straight gettin' it
I ain't talkin' about it, I'm livin' it
Way before the bars my picture was gettin' took
When it end, I'ma stand as a man
I'm gettin' it, straight gettin' it
This '87 state of mind that I'm in
Never dying on my knees, last of a dyin' breed
My repetition with riches will bring the kilo business
****** wanna bring the '80s back
G-g-get it boy
Open your mind you see the circus in the sky
Don't waste your time fighting the life
Blame Oliver North and Iran-Contra
I ran contraband that they sponsored
Great Hova
Baked a lot of bread and kept it off the books
Whip it around, it still comes back hard
Turned one into two like a Siamese twin
I ain't talkin' about it, I'm livin' it
I ain't talkin' about it, I'm livin' it
Y'all already know what it is
Get it boy
Blue Magic, that's a brand name
Do the same with the pot, still come back beige
So easily do I W-H-I-P
Get it boy
The Pyrex pot rolled up my sleeves
Whatever, hundred for the diamond chain
Unnecessary commissary, boy we live this ****
Stay your course and you'll understand
Even if they don't know me any more
Before this rhymin' stuff we was in concert
I partied for a while now I'm back to the block
I got Creole C-O *******, for my *****s who slipped
North Beach leathers, matchin' Gucci sweater
Cherry M3s with the top back
And just like a B-Boy with 360 waves
I stand behind it, I guarantee it, they know that
Red and green G's all on my hat
I'm gettin' it, straight gettin' it
Rock star, look
So what if you flip a couple words, I could triple that in verse
Except I don't write on the wall
