To make me say, I like when they fight back, they
Perhaps when you unwrappin' the plastic
Then goin' on major tours wit, me and my squad
That'll play you until they fatally say that the game's over
Will soon know the music he wrote, it was so true
And them slugs, get them thugs and the ground, get the chalk
I'ma tell you what I know, what I know
It's them boyz in the hood, it's always hard
Goin' from makin' them poems up, in my garage
Who would have known, that the boy growin' up playin' them cards
It ain't nothin' shady in the aftermath
And keep tryin', to keep up wit the kind of guy
Them guys is clonin', them pioneers
'Cause I think very deeply
Elvis was a hero to most, but he never meant shit to me
You come talkin' that trash, they'll pull ya card
Me and rap, I vent myself
I got to shock MC's wit my philosophies
Oh my God, I destroy cities like the Blob
It's statements like that made me gauge, white, black, hate
That didn't go my way, to plug a writin' for Dre
Niggaz hearts is dissolvin', involved in
Wit them four pounds and they soundin' them off
'Cause I am a throwback, you feelin' the soldier
And hold that, I'm spillin' these cold raps
Goin' from likin', to spray the club after a night
Wit my palms sweaty, to him, telling me I'm deadly
And N.W.A. and you couldn't pay me
You respect whatever you hear and ya styles is growin'
I'ma tell you what I know, what I know
I'ma tell you what I know, what I know
Young gun representer from the epicenter
Before he knew what a microphone mean
Where I come from, where you sweat ya pen up
You damn right I was raised, the amazin' handwritin'
So I black out, the usual same way
Whenever the future answers ya questions from the past
Goin' from city to city, seein' who I can rob
A lesson comin' fast, you dudes better catch it
On the same page, that you can't type on
The microphone fienin' for a microphone
To back the staff for free, I will believe
Who could raise me, after I been amazed by Dre
Leanin' back, not knowin' that I meant myself
Goin' from listenin' to Reggie, to meeting him
The old fashion rap, 'til it's no lights on
What Fara Khan and Jim Brown couldn't solve
Rappers wanna be classic, like they Clef, Pras, and Warren
