[Verse 1]
In the brightest of days, I can find the night
If I just close my eyes and I squeeze `em tight
Second time in this life, see familiar territory
The hustle is my appetite the cash is my glory
I`m darker than midnight, I`m bright as in noon
Searchin for my melodies, follow the moon
Every city and town, that I run up in my travels
My game is like a earthquake, agitates the gravel
I put it down in Michigan, set it up sweet
Niggas used to call me second none Pete
I`m hard at the feet, I start the cream like scatter brave
Down in Cleveland, doin my thing they call me Don King
I came to New York, out of West VA.
They call me Shorty Locin, I`m deadly and I don`t play
Like Willy Watson I fucked `em and I knocked `em
Straight askin bitches wasup, like Jesse Cook
Uh huh, in Alabama runnin Moonshine
I`m rap killer, you wouldn`t find a iller hundred dollar biller
I`m number one in Augusta, like J.C.
Like little Herman from Pittsburgh you pay me
Like Zack Thomas and Frank Molten
I be the young nigga half the death, leave his ass floatin
Like Bumpy Johnson and beautiful rain
Without the street life I`d rather be dead, I swear I been here
HOOK:
Feel Like I Been There
I seen murder scenes, drugs I been here before
Send my blood to keep it raw, stay hardcore, c`mon, yeah
Feel Like I Been Here
I bust guns, push nines, and snuffed out lives
>From the south to the city only tryin to survive
Bigger than nine to five, I been here before
Bold and ready to die, I been here before
Cocked and ready to spit, I been here before
Names you shouldn`t forget, they been here before, uh
[Verse 2]
I studied science, social studies, and math
At the school of hard knocks, if you follow the path
Aint nothin funny here son, so if you wanna laugh
Harlem World`s red illin, I put three in your ass
Cuz it`s more about this money even more than that
I`m tryin to spread it through my own hood, givin it back
Like Munky Jackson, I be back son
Cats are blast, screamin my mac, it`s black son
Shit I keep it real nigga
I`m cold-blooded when I iceberg
Spittin game off my lips every word like none you never heard
Like little Willie from B-More
Uptown, Saturday night, little C-More
Ill like the Infamous I scare to death
Had them niggas up in Buffalo, holdin they breath
Malcolm X Boulevard pushin that P
Hoes callin me ferrels, and they smilin at me
That`s what they wanna see, they call me ribbons up in Louisville
Gator wing tips, 44, two spare clips
In Chocolate City I was Catfish
Any nigga ever disrespect me, he get his head split
Like Reverend Mills and from Chi-Town
Can`t nobody ever ever deny, how I laid it down
These mini games like souvenirs
Man I swear to everything that I am I know I been here
Uh huh, c`mon
HOOK
