Lyrics

[Intro] How many of the general's foot soldiers got to die Before you see that they playin' you just Like I'm playin' that raggedy-ass piano? Dutch got niggers working for him We kill them, and it all work out so we all just killin' each other Any nigga fool enough to work for the Dutchman deserve to die How you sound You think innocent people deserve to die? Tyrone? My Mary? [Verse 1] Ain't too many niggas live long as me Ain't strong as me in these [?] streets I'm the definition of a real OG I'm talkin' on these streets, stayin' on these beats I saw a lotta niggas come and go Some passed away, some faded out Yeah, I represent them streets hard But I thank God that I made it out I'm the last of a dyin' breed As far as I can see, I'm cut from a different cloth With a tail as money cause I smell like money I guess that's why I got a different walk No half steppin', big daddy Kane I ball hard, Lebron James Muthafuckas don't have no clue about me They don't know how far I came When the feds were after me, I was with Master P Fugitive on the run When the record man go, I was in the projects Walkin' round with my gun The streets made me, music saved me This rap shit gave me a different set So now I'm on the scene, smokin' green [Hook] Livin' my dream, I ain't woke up yet Livin' my dream, I ain't woke up yet [Verse 2] I'mma show these niggas how to do this boy A lot of you niggas are clueless, boy My OG's bump my old shit All my OG's bump my new shit boy Music low but my weed loud Engine roaring like I herd the cows So I'mma do a few doughnuts And let them tights smoke like black and mouth [?] I'm your favorite rapper's favorite rapper OG been around like 20 years And when it come to this street shit It is no secret that I run this here Years later and a few months after I'm still more relevant than you rappers I don't give a fuck about what you sow You lil niggas better keep up with what you owe One time for my real niggas No time for the fake niggas One time for the D-Boys I got lovefor you cause I can relate, nigga I see no evil, pay no debt Home boys all in my projects I see no evil, pay no debt Home boys all in my projects [Hook] [Outro] I wish I never gave you that motherfuckin' gun Ooh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have cussed You need to go home You drunk on that King Kong You drunk on yourself Illinois, don't let me raise up and come over there And put my hands on you, hear? That's how you talk to me now? Huh? You talking to me I done told you Take yo' drunk ass home All right, then I'm gonna do what you say No! Illinois a good soldier Always do what General Bumpy say!