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1st verse:



From breaking atoms

to illmatic

to going platinum

niggas did change course

from ripping it wit Main Source

9 1 9 2

time flew

out the blue

time for a new

young king to rule

younger frame

older state of mind



find my name on a oage in ya Quran

I learnt that in '89

when I was slingin' cocaine & baby nines

put it in rappin'

I gave y'all a way to rhyme

GOD guides us

from public assistance, to high risers

condos, houses where y'all can't find us

move on ya cliques in silence, get wetted up,

my meal everyday was a slice & 7up

took advice from a street legend, I didn't even been change

too protect the innocent, witnessing, mistakes,

visits at f**kin wakes, cause jealously infiltrates,

and seals ya fate.



(CHORUS)

Look way deep inside yourself

discover the diamond inside

find ya wealth

once you get it

you gotta live it

then live it

niggas don't never wanna see you wit it

you know

can't come close enough to touch the dough

the lifestyle I live is untouchable

so we clutch a few

guns that a touch a crew

cause we learnt to what the hustlas do.



2nd verse:

Different ways to come out the hood, in cuffs or a casket

or crazy or shooting a 3-pointer basket

or maybe, its the rap shit, all types of tactics

we used to get dough

some choose kickin' in doors

I ask a reverend, my mother, and her best friend

less thean ten, years ago for me to get dough

what y'all recommend, it's outta dope, weed or blow

cause high school was slow, and jewelry was hot

duckin' crewency cops, trains I hop

to make it downtown, sisqo in my veins, pissed between trains

hit Canal St. just lookin' at rings, outside through a glass,

went in the store and asked,how much it cost?

Korean man brushing me off, for some other big time customer,

probably a hustla, who looked down at my small chain

and chuckled up,

I said I'll be just like you soon muthaf**ka what!



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3rd verse:

Sit amongst niggas who get life and throw a smile at the judge,

wildest thugs, who blow trial, exhile from the hood,

keepin' bitches coming through on visits,

you will survive, them weak freaks think you finished

ya first tiime in you known for poppin' ya toast

by ya third year in you forgetten by most

wife cut the modenr day life, bitch now right

friends actin' like they don't be gettin' ya kife

every year niggas come home, in no time they get killed

not even home a month and they get peeled backwards

in they on backyard on the park, one shot to the head

two the heart, you should be smart

in the projects who gonna die next, hoodrats know

who let they gats blow, and who keep cash flow

like the bitch who know the rats wit the good ass blow

blunts be as good ass fold, as you twisting ya dro!



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