Old School Mouse

Lyrics

[Verse] You now listenin' to a different type of boss Abstract, they cut him from a different type of cloth Jers say that Mouse went a different type of soft Only started when I was lookin' at different type of lofts Told 'em, I'm a don, show me somethin' with a pool next And I need four bathrooms, it ain't gotta be a duplex White tee, boots yes, see 'em in a suit next Or somethin' European shirt lookin' like a 2X Runnin' for the ball like I'm Plaxico Burress Or in Cancun breakin' a back on a brunette Gimmicks down pat like they rehearse that much I don't respond to a sublime, it ain't hurt that much Yea I scream out Jers that much 'Cause these other dudes fightin for New York like it's worth that much And these sitcom niggas caress and hold bitches To them they Golden Girls, to me, they old bitches Chicks lookin' to G you, cons lookin' to cheat you Owe a nigga money, you know he lookin' to see you! Niggas lookin' to beat you Fiends treat the hood like its Saw part two, 'cause they just lookin' for needles I wake up grateful that I'm breathin' first 'Cause dudes'll kill you, they don't need a reason first! These niggas'll still hit 'em They know the hood is too poor to hire CSI, and Gil Grissom Nowadays, gotta keep his blue steel with 'em I know about snakes, 'cause I used to deal with 'em Used to give my heart, used to rob, steal, with 'em Let 'em meet mom, share my last meal with 'em To rap now, you ain't gotta have skill with 'em Just appeal (with 'em)...with a little rhythm A dude has that and ready to attack y'all You gotta kiss ass or else you get blackballed If you don't like niggas, still give 'em dap y'all I swear to God this hip hop shit is a trap y'all I don't even remember how I used to act y'all Something's wrong with the math, I know I can add y'all I came out screamin' Desert Storm everyday And soon as I stop, he don't wanna play Stacks sayin' what you did for Clue, shit I just laced it I didn't even know that dude was doin' his tape, shiiiitt He don't want the fame no more, it's fuckin' with me Don't hear Reasonable Doubt the same no more I can't listen to Blueprint (naaw!) Got a resentment toward Hov', tryin' to hate on 'em, throwin' in my two cent They say don't bite the hand that feeds you Even if I wanted to, I can't, no teeth to Don't get me wrong, still I love Clue and Hov' But they both rich, so what that gotta do with Joe?! I gotta bring home food for Joe...Trey that is... Like, fuck why I say that shit?! C4 why you take that shit? But it's just how I feel, so naw, don't erase that shit Child support's a bitch, but I take care of mine But the law just say that I ain't there for mine And the judge I look at (what about?) Don't wanna hear, nor do he understand that things got pushed back I'm sittin' here with all this anger, stop me He's like what about this thing called a Gangsta Party? Must think I live life like it's a Gangsta Party! I'm 10 seconds away from a GANGSTA ROBBERY, NIGGA!! No four leaf clover, I can't luck up Feel like removin' the seeds and gettin' fucked up Feelin' quick temper, somebody bound to get fucked up I feel like everyone around me's a FUCK UP! Ratchet on me, I'm screamin' out "what what!" 'Bout to live life like my last buck's up I ain't got time to run around stuck up Not when I just seen a group of niggas gettin' stuck up So you damn right, I'm on my grind Look like some shit is on my mind, niggas Need to talk, but nobody to turn to So I go to horoscopes in the Jersey Journal It's always somethin' bad, I don't know why I read it Then I play it off, it's fake, I don't believe it! Smokin' like two packs a day Still got about five cartons stashed away And that's just were I'm at today I'll be in a better place if I just passed away (sike!) Just hop in the casket and lay That's old school Mouse, move on, put the past away