What`s goin` on man
Yeah, motherfuckers wanna ask me how I got started
Well it`s a long ass story, you know
Hella dates, times, hella names
Just a youngsta in tha game
Let me ask you a question though, potna
Tell me nigga have you ever watched your family starving
I been there at 6 in the morning when rollers barge in
I had to generations of your family hooked on ...
All this drama and still my cuddies keep fallin`
3 summers ago my older cousin` tried ballin`
And when tha judge got him a crooked jury he started falling
Slow down youngsta that`s what my mother keep callin`
3 steps ahead of death I been that way since I was crawling
Late 89 Freaky D. fronted me a whole one
Only 13 cooked it up and then I sold some
Fetti came fast cause the story street was poppin`
Pushin` in Nikes and now I hit tha block knockin`
Crestside playa bending a corner in them Chevs
And let me get funky we rip the city in to shreds
Some say they livin` close to the edge, well I was raised there
Got my shit together, hit tha track and got paid there
And never did I stress of the jail termes
Some say it`s filthy money but it`s well earned
So why some tell you `Just say no`
I`m gettin` vicious about my hustle steady opening doors
Chorus:
(Cold 187um & Kokane)
You got to go out there, and handle your business
Open them doors, handle yours, alright
Said it`s allright, leanin` to the side
Pimpsters and gangsta lean
Baddest playa on the scene
3 years later still young in tha streets
Started writing playa raps still slangin` tha D
I came wit Crack The 40 and Pay This Pimp
First time I touched a microphone I knew I had this gift to uuuh
Make a million, stop coke dealing
So I got wit Mac Dre, we got paper to make
I did a 7 song EP
But it didn`t get released
Cause my cuddie was to hard for the fuckin` police
On the real it was a straight conspiracy
Feds set my potna up don`t want the town hearing me
They got my folks in the system, thought I was washed
No record, no money, no hoes on the jock
And I was just so close
Got me thinkin` what the devil wanna do me for
So now I`m back to the track where I came from
Same soldier, same streets, up in tha same crumbs
Them wanna see a playa straight starving and broke
Instead of pimpin` and livin` and steady opening doors
Chorus
A year later it got a little greater
Me and Khayree now we`re gettin` young playas together
Dropped Illegal Business had the V-Town sewed
We sold 200.000 + independent, hoe
Down with YBB but I had to do my own shit
Get full control or you be broke as fuckin` gone quik
But I knew it all started from Strictly
No matter what tha suckas do the game is still in me
Packed up my mackin` and my Crestside slang
Took some ...now it`s tha youngsta running his thangs
And now a nigga got action went straight platinum
So when you buy this tape I`m the one that`s doin` stackin`
Pulled them licks and had to slang lleyo
Now I`m in tha industry straight opening doors
Chorus
Yeah, yeah so I guess it all worked out you know what I`m saying
It all started from a dream from my nigga young Michael Robinson
Better know as The Mac
Shit went all through Mac Dre, Young Coolio you know what I`m saying
Indeed this shit is livin` through me
Young Mac ass Mall 1995 pimp or die
