Get the money and run, dodge the devil and his sons
I can't think! I want the paper, that's just the bottom line
From the cradle to the grave, I remain number one
This thing of ours, got competition takin' red showers
Gold melts down but it don't fear flames
Amongst the dogs, real cats is hard to find
I can't think! I'd rather get paid and parlay
The average cat and LL Cool J
Don't do it dog, word up
The world revolves around sex or cash
I can't think! Could it be the ill beats and rhymes?
I can't think! Mo' murder every day around the way
But ain't no competition, ain't nobody to go at
Until then may my mic stay blessed, to the death
I ain't tradin' my soul in for skins and chrome rims
I'm a child of God, witness the risin' son
I can't think! It's all about survival God
I can't think! Could it be the ill beats and rhymes?
But if you stay in the rain like hurricane
Hit the streets with a blessin' and erase the curse
Smoke filled rooms, breathin' in purple haze
Fancy cars and gold teeth, G-strings and things
When you can't think use your soul, baby
You wearin' a vest? What if you get your throat cut
Think about it yo, think about it
Tossin' lyrical daggers and sendin' 'em in your wig
The coroner's callin', she know she on a nigga mind
Bronx and Brooklyn and everything up in between
I can't think! It's all about survival God
Attitude is what, keep the razor blade tucked
Should I sell drugs, be a rap thug, or play ball?
Too much rappin'll get your big mouth shut
Even a nigga moms hate it when he start to shine
Protect your neck nigga, you'll get it in the gut
The dawn, of a new millennium, came to pass
I took the rap throne back
Raised inside the ghetto, but damn it I wanna live
A soundtrack for niggaz that was raised in [Incomprehensible]
He ain't got nuttin' to live for, so fuck livin' right
Grievin' mothers callin 1-800-flowers
Think about it yo, think about it
No matter what, you always got a Judas on your team
Is it God or money that really make the world turn?
I can't think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my mind?
Nigga's on the bricks his whole life
Spit powerful parables like a sermon has begun
"You know the epilogue by James Todd"
From Feds magazine to the heart of killer Queens
Fuck the turntables up, leave the DJ awestruck
The almighty dollar replace the wedding ring
Player here, player there, nigga turned you out
Used to keep a bad bitch in the crib baggin' up
I can't think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my mind?
We all go through pain
"You know the epilogue by James Todd"
I can't think! I'd rather get paid and parlay
I don't care if you Black, White, Latin, Asian, whatever
The Black man's motto, "Kiss my ass!"
I reigned like krills in eighty-seven, my name is on the map
I can't think! Could it be the ill beats and rhymes?
I can't think! I want the paper, that's just the bottom line
Grab your gun, separate the ones from the real funds
I can't think! Mo' murder every day around the way
Sold your soul for a dollar, now you havin' bad luck
So I'ma take the time and spit a universal verse
I can't think! Mo' murder every day around the way
We end up in the grave anyway
I can't think! I'd rather get paid and parlay
They lookin' for a leader that can guide 'em through the maze
Toxic, lethal, psychologically evil
Think about it yo, think about it
All I ever seen was killers and dope fiends
And you never judge a woman by the texture of her hair
They slept on my lyrical ability to blow
Never told you that black love supposed to be shared
The legendary master of lyrical combat
Know where the body's buried, I ain't sayin' where it is
Think about it yo, think about it
Inhale deep and hold it in your lungs
The Ark of the Covenant was held by a king
But never told you beware
I can't think! Even though I'm a one of a kind
Put your life on the line, you runnin' out of time
Shorties in kindergarten are strapped, ready to blast
I can't think! It's all about survival God
The streets was requestin' some original LL
My repertoire burn your ashes in the urn
I can't think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my mind?
Genocide was committed on the Black people
I can't think! I want the paper, that's just the bottom line
Gave another nigga credit for inventin' my flow
Too much flossin'll get your reputation touched
Preliminary discussions is over with, the verdict is in
Givin' it to the world and I'm tellin' it like it is
I can't think! Even though I'm a one of a kind
And the ghetto is a trap with glass walls
It feels like a razor down the middle of my back
I can't think! Even though I'm a one of a kind
It's a never ending cycle, life and death
