Late 808

I started off with too much cargo,

Dropped four niggas now I’m makin’ all the dough.

I woke up this morning and figured I’d call you

In case I’m not here tomorrow, I’m hoping that I can borrow

A peace of mind, I’m behind on what’s really important

My mind is really distorted, I find nothing but trouble in my life

I’m fortunate you believe in a dream

This orphanage we call a ghetto is quite a routine

Call the coroner!

There’s gonna be a lot of slow singin and flower bringing

If my burglar alarm starts ringing

What ya think all the guns is for?

All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door

And I feed em gunpowder, so they can devour

The criminals trying to drop my decimals

Today was a good day

We brave in the heart, playing’ a part, amazingly smart

Razor-sharp, futuristic raps: state of the art

Takin’ New York cats past the stars, first it was Nasty Nas

Now watch me turn a Apple into Macintosh

Computer chip locomotion flow, la cosa nostra dough

Hold your toaster low; business, never personal

Just some words to know if you run the streets

Come in peace or leave in pieces

Even Jesus was killed by the polices

They crucified him, now they inject us with juice to fry ’em

Depends on the state, If death is my fate, then cool, I’m dyin’

Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian

And now the world around me be get’s moving in slow motion

Whenever she happens to walk by, why does the apple of my eye

Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?

Wait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistence

And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existence

From a distance I desired, secretly admired her

Wired her a letter to get her, and it went

My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well

Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you

When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp

Damn I wish I wasn’t such a wimp

‘Cause then I would let you know that I love you so

And if I was your man then I would be true

The only lying I would do is in the bed with you

Then I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly, PS love me tender

The letter came back three days later, return to sender

Damn

Nineteen seventy four, motherfucker I was born with pain
My moms and my pops pass it down to me
So don’t talk to me about can I feel yours
Cause I ain’t feelin you at all, your pain isn’t pure
You cryin cause you broke from the projects
That’s not pain, that’s emotions, you a bitch
Im talkin bout permanent, physical sufferin
You know nothin about that
You just complain cause you stressed
N…., my pain’s in the flesh
And through the years that pain became my friend; sedated
With morphine as a little kid
I built a tolerance for drugs, addicted to the medicine
Now hospital emergency treat me like a fiend
I rather die sometimes I wish a n…. O.D
Beggin God for help, only to find
That I’m all by my God damn self
Ay you can never feel my pain n….

Naw, can never feel my pain n….
Can never feel my pain n….
Never feel the pain n….
You could never feel the pain n….
Naw, never feel the pain n….

First got it when he was six didn’t know any tricks

Matter fact first time he got on it he slipped

Landed on his hip and busted his lip

For a week he had to talk with a lisp like this

Now we can end the story right here

But shorty didn’t quit it was something in the air

Yea he said it was something so appealing

He couldn’t fight the feeling something about it

He knew he couldn’t doubt it couldn’t understand it brand it

Since the first kick flip he landed

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy

There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti

Don’t have to blow twenty thou’ to get to know honey’s style

Show her the town, steal her heart, no money down

You drew a picture of my morning

But you couldn’t make my day (Hey!)

Another plane

Another train

Another bottle in the brain

Another girl

Another fight

Another drive all night

If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?

My word of advice to you is just relax

Just do what you got to do

Me and my Adidas do the illest things

We like to stomp out pimps with diamond rings

We slay all suckers who perpetrate

And lay down law from state to state

We travel on gravel, dirt road or street

I wear my Adidas when I rock the beat

On stage front page every show I go

It’s Adidas on my feet high top or low

But they don’t understand how I feel about the funk

I walk with the funk, I talk with the funk

I eat with the funk, I sleep with the funk

I live for the funk, I’ll die for the funk

Cash rules everything around me

C.R.E.A.M., get the money

Dollar dollar bill, y’all

Cash rules everything around me

C.R.E.A.M., get the money

Dollar dollar bill, y’all

You’re nobody til somebody kills you

And step out, in faith, it’s OK to confess doubt

Knowing how it feels to be stressed out

Now little Terry got a gun he got from the store

He bought it with the money he got from his chores

He robbed the candy shop told them lay down on the floor

Put the cookies in the bag; take the pennies out the drawer

Lil’ Khalil got a gun he got from the rebels

To kill the infidels and American devils

A bomb on his waist, a mask on his face

Prays five times a day yet listens to heavy metal

Little Alex got a gun he took from his dad

That he snuck into school in his black book bag

His black nail polish, black boots and black hat

He’s gon’ blow away the bully that just pushed his ass

I’ve got the mind of the man in the mirror so I’m looking at me vaguely

But I can’t seem to fade me

You can plan a pretty picnic

But you can’t predict the weather

When I rolls over ya gonna have to wanna lamp

Cause it’s the chattanooga champ

Takin’ the train…Takin’ the train…Takin’ the train…Takin’ a train…

Don’t push me, ’cause I’m close to the edge

I’m trying not to lose my head

It’s like a jungle sometimes

It makes me wonder how I keep from going under

The sky is falling, the wind is calling

Stand for something or die in the morning

I reminisce for a spell, or shall I say think back

22 years ago to keep it on track

The birth of a child on the 8th of October

A toast but my granddaddy came sober

My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip

My life owes me, like an overdose

I’m slowly, drifting in the arms of trouble

Then trouble holds me

I am a sinner who’s probably gonna sin again

Lord, forgive me! Lord, forgive me!

Things I don’t understand

Sometimes I need to be alone

Let’s have a toast for the douchebags

Let’s have a toast for the assholes

Let’s have a toast for the scumbags

Every one of them that I know

Let’s have a toast for the jerk-offs

That’ll never take work off

Baby, I got a plan

Run away fast as you can

Yeah, this is how we chill from 93 ’til

This is how we chill from 93 ’til

This is how we chill from 93 ’til

This is how we chill from 93 ’til

Uh-huh, this is how we chill from 93 ’til

This is how we chill from 93 ’til

This is how we chill from 93 ’til

This is how we chill… from 93 ’til

The rejected stone is now the cornerstone

Sort of like the master builder when I make my way home

More thoughts than Bibles, recital – taught disciples

A sawed off mic, so words scatter like a rifle

The early bird will get the worm, and drink it with Tequila

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