I don`t, I don`t, I don`t mind
[Madam D]
I don`t, I don`t, I don`t, I don`, I don`t mind
[60 Second Assassin]
I don`t fuck with bitches, hos or scavs
I don`t fuck with drugs, puff the `erb, and I`m baaaaad
The game we play, I`m playin` for keeps
Cuz the only thing that comes is sleep, and a dream
[Prodigal Sunn]
Yo
A young thorough-bred escape from jail
Plans to get money instead
Paid my dues, used my head
Lose the feds, it be these streets that made me bled
Wise enough `til the game remain
rhymes the same, many dead for the love of fame
drugs in veins, and loyal
Heart of a king help me maintain
Sustain, gain credit
Build like a city of ants
Stay pretty with the four nick-ey
Move swiftly through the black jungle
muscle, every-day hustle
Cherish the wisdom of my team, knowledge avoid trouble
And lord knows y`all, I paid the price
Sacrifice, gave advice, saved my life, I think it`s twice
Move precise, remember momma cryin` the blues
Pop hustlin`, we needed food, clothes, shoes, old news
Became extravagant to the ear
The same slang of the thang crystal-clear
You know why?
[Hook : Madam D]
People change, money exchange
It`s not a game
Players in vain
Riches and fame
People change
[Hell Razah]
We grew up around coke-pushers
Dope fiends, lies and hookers
Locked in a jail where the cops put us
My grand-pops was a South-cooker
Turkey wings, cauli` greens
corn-bread, macaroni and cheese
On the corner dice games over liquor and weed
Thieves wait for you to win
so they can stick you and leave
Blue-bird got tricks in his sleeve
City under siege
Shots get fired first, then they`ll yell Freeze!
In apartment 2G, my moms was a father to me
Watchin` Good Times on the black and white TV
Five of us comin` up, I was probably three
Prophecies, jail or death was a promise to me
Mama said don`t be lazy son, ain`t nothing for free
Money coming nowadays, it don`t grow on a tree
[Hook]
[MC Eiht]
O.G.s taught me the game in hard times
Late-night on the block, with nickles and dimes
Travel in your own circle of friends
and try to stack more paper before you start to spend
The life I seen, the hood is so mean
Like a real bad dream tryin` to pick up CREAM
Mama cryin` at night, but in the day she smiles
While her son in the streets tryin` to avoid the trials
Miles away, tryin` to bring paper home
Thinkin` maybe it could change one day
This Sun of a Man and Man I had a Sun
So we can walk high without biting his tongue, g-yeah
[Outro : 60 Second Assassin *Madam D harmonising* (Madam D)]
This is 60 Sec` Assassin, a.k.a Black Satin
Came up when times was hard
Where whoever made it in the hood, we`d take it
we would rob `em tinted and go to his man
while tellin` him his man ain`t shit
The weed game was in a smash
while we snort everything a brother had
Soon learned to make somethin` outta nothin`
I don`t fuck with bitches, ho`s or skags
I mean we had shit locked, within 20 different blocks
Not jus` talkin` `bout silver plates
With no more to say, without feelin` the rest of my trade
it was my knowledge of myself that made me sane
I bet anyone who could show, kill or rob would take what was his
I came up hard
(Oh child things are gonna get easier)
