That's close to when the beat drops to the rewind point
You ain't gotta be on that all night, this the soundtrack
Yo, yeah, check it
This LL you know how I get down
I coulda told the world the way ya label hates your guts
Ya A and R promotion niggas, they helped me hook it up
Hey hey
For the locate point
(Don't mean shit, you finish now)
The streets is where I belong
(The vanguard award is in my motherfuckin' living room)
My niggas ain't tryin' to the hear that smooth shit you talk about
He probably did it to get some fame
And how he gave me half your budget, don't believe me look it up
I coulda told ya I knew your moms from the after-hours spot
(You know what I mean? Come get that shit, fuck)
LL Cool J and I did this to you
They had me locked down much too long
Hustling niggas found they way into the game
I coulda told the world, you get your lyrics from the Internet
You came up with that bullshit, some heads sucked it up
It feels so good to be back where I belong
Why you didn't answer back correctly, fuck was that about?"
On that note he said, "Yo L, you the man"
Been gone a long time, had a lot of shit on my mind
Both arms, I'ma get another one nigga
I'm getting head from his new piece while 20 gang-bangers applaud
Hey
As far as Canibus go, my man is hittin' his ex-broad
Hey hey
About the life of a legend, and all the drama it brings
Okay, alright, huh okay
Some say, "L that's cool, but see times have changed"
They had me locked down much too long
And niggas keep sleepin' and you keep coming back
You hit a hot one in every city on the map
But is this really what you want?
Hard to stay hungry when your pockets are so fat
They told me, "Yo L, in the streets you ain't gettin' no love
I heard your second album, that shit is garbage too
They had me locked down much too long
You should of known, when you did it
The other night I was up at farmers, politician wit some bloods
I'm like a villain, I'm representing on my lyrics
And you gotta have a squad, 'cuz running from def ain't safe
It feels so good to be back where I belong
Then you dropped that garbage album and totally fucked it up
(Yeah nigga, the jig is up nigga, huh ha, you know what I'm sayin')
That gold shit is dead, niggas rock platinum chains
You know what I'm sayin'
And how you really from Canada and you been frontin' all this time
(I'm still the man nigga )
Then spit 'em word for word like you really a rap vet
It feels so good to be back where I belong
You know better than the gat, but niggas still wanna clap
As I sip on some henny, and try to explain some things
But being the man I am, I tried to show ya mercy
The streets is where I belong
I said, "Peace, one love and drove off in the Lex Land"
I know you living good, but ain't no smile up on our face
The streets is where I belong
When I used to be up in Canada with the dreads on a black block
Mic still on my arm nigga, word up
I hate to be responsible, for destroying your career
(All that bullshit you was talking)
Extorting all these so called ballers wit big names
I decided I don't want to reach my goal if it means losing my shine
Before you dick rode lost boyz for a ticket our to Jersey
Niggas got red bandannas, and the grill in the range
(What)
What's up wit that cat Canibus, some played you out
It feels so good to be back where I belong
Streets is hip-hop and I'm hip-hop, so the streets is mine
And ever since the X's and the jiggas came out
Trade O.E. for Henny, Colt 45 for champagne
And force feed the world, even if they don't want to hear it
Hey
The streets is where I belong
They had me locked down much too long
And how me and Wyclef, got together to set you up
How you take metaphors from books and put 'em in your rhyme
Ballin' as long as you been livin', that's a long time
A one-hit wonder, huh no wonder you disappeared
