I’d rather be with you until I’m through
Oh, yes, I do
I’d rather be with you until that day we’ll find a way
I just love that smiling face in the early sun
If I can’t have you to myself, then life’s no fun
I kept shooting strong notes as we got close
She rocked rope, honey throat smellin like Impulse
My mind warps and bends, floats the wind, count to ten
Meet the twin André Ben, welcome to the lion’s den
Original skin many men comprehend
I extend myself so you go out and tell a friend
Sin all depends on what you believing in
Faith is what you make it, that’s the hardest shit since MC Ren
Alien can blend right on in with your kin
Look again, cause I swear I spot one every now and then
It’s happening again, wish I could tell you when
André, this is André, y’all are just gon’ have to make amends
No jokin, I’m gettin paid fully
You wanna buy the cassette? Stop by Sam Goody
Yo where’s my hoodie? I wanna be hard and cause some ruckus
Dead in the middle of Little Italy, little did we know
That we riddled two middlemen who didn’t do diddily
Keep your enemies close, where they can see you.
It’s not your enemy who get you, it’s always your own people.
No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence
Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin’
While I’ll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops
Throwin’ …… off airplanes cause Cash Rules
Everything Around Me
To the college kids no scholarships, starting your semester
Unpacking your suitcases filling up your dresser
Enjoy it while you got it, after that it’s God bless ya
Life is your professor, you know that bitch is gon test ya
Yo, sit back relax catchin contacts, sip your congiac
And let’s all wash this money through this laundry mat
Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar
In fact, touch mines, and I’ll react like a Rottweiler
Late for everything, my face to the cement
That’s how I always seen it
I spent days faded and anemic
You could see it in my face, I ain’t been eatin’, I’m just wastin’ away
Looks like the way that River Phoenix went gon’ end up my fate
And when they drag me out the gutter, mail the ashes to my mother
Wherever he goes, I go, se, he me amigo
And we gonna ill
I am the leather jacket, black glasses, All-American bad boy
I own the swagga supermarket and you, you just a bag boy
Aiyyo, we got five boroughs of ghettos
With many places to meet, you get lost in busy streets
The city that never sleeps
Mecca, Medina, the population increase
The desert and the oasis, New York, the far East
With Gods and sheiks, pretty Amazons for weeks
Player dons that fleece, the family’s black sheep
Icons that teach, that we all act unique
Now as the sun starts to rise that’s my favorite part of day
No pollution in the air, no noises from the freeway
That’s when I focus on things that aren’t man made
Like the wind blowing, or heavy drops of rain
It ain’t over here it comes again
Hold it on my shoulders til I can’t hold it in
Life ain’t about what you see, it’s what you did
And when you get that it’s time to go again
Beware of my crime family
Who got ’nuff shots to share
For all of those who wanna profile and pose
Rock you in your face
Stab your brain with your nosebone
You’re all alone in these streets, cousin
I’m gonna rock this land
I’m gonna take this itty bitty world by storm
And I’m just getting warm
Flow like the breeze with ease of seven seas.
No doubt that making dollars make sense
But it really doesn’t matter that much in the end
It feels like something’s heating up, can I leave with you?
Don’t be a hard rock when you really are a gem.
They grow fast, one day she’s your little princess
Next day she talking boy business, what is this?
They say the coolest playas and foulest heart breakers in the world,
God gets us back, he makes us have precious little girls
I’ve been in this game for years, it made me an animal
It’s rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
I done came through the block in everything that’s fly
I’m like, Che Guevara with bling on, I’m complex
I never claimed to have wings on
….. I get mine, by any means on whenever there’s a drought
Get your umbrellas out because, that’s when I brainstorm
To da one on da flam
Boy it’s tough
I just toss that ham in the fryin’ pan
Like spam
It’s done when I come in
Slam
Damn, I feel like the Son of Sam
I got a call from my girl last week
She telling me about that time of the month, and how it may not come
Dropped the phone right before she said I might have a son
And I started asking God how come
I got dreams I ain’t reach yet, ends that ain’t meet yet
And when it comes to being a man, shit I’m barely getting my feet wet
I put my hand upon your hip
When I dip you dip we dip
You put your hand upon my hip
When you dip I dip we dip
Major MCs become minor B-flats
So retire the mic, get your chains and your bats
Here’s your chance to advance, get in your stance
I shoot the holster off your cowboy pants
Sick, sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, 16 with M-16’s and 10 clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
Dead in the middle of Little Italy
Little did we know that we riddled
some middleman who didn’t do diddly
Momma ain’t raised no fool
Put me anywhere on God’s green earth, I’ll triple my worth
Smooth—not what I am
Rough—cause’ I’m a man
City runnin wild, cats don’t give a fuck
Junior High students don’t say no to drugs
Liquor stores don’t ask shorties for their ID
This is a place where don’t nothin surprise me
And I don’t claim to know much, all I really know is
We were 17 once actin’ like we were immortals
I could kill it all day, but you can only kill me once