Everlast

Lyrics

[Chorus] (All in my head) Been down and back up I came Gotta choose wealth over fame (Stuck in my mind) Gotta choose that and choose time Nothing but success on my mind (Please understa-a-and) Been down and back up I came Gotta choose wealth over fame (Everythings gon' be fine) Gotta choose that and choose time Nothing but success on my mind (All in my head) Been down and back up I came Gotta choose wealth over fame (Stuck in my mind) Gotta choose that and choose time Nothing but success on my mind (Please understand) [Verse 1] From Paul y'all remember me See I'm so hard, young G's they sign a pact with me There for a set, I had a ship that would never docked Why toppin' charts, passin' Biggie mane and 2Pac I know y'all thought that this hard knock will go to pigs I murked the rabbit then the christian took his severed legs Don't worry yet, wipe yo sweat cause I'm on a mission And am rapper at the top, mane I gotta get 'em Lyrically kill 'em, hit 'em, rip 'em, best to watch yo step Went to the future, took the computer chip up out my head A thorough bred nigga, I'm a part of prophecies I robbed the beast, choke a pole when it blast feedin' Let me hear yo scream, collect my Jordans then I walk back I gotta rap, clean my gat as I drop the track A deep impact, up in heaven mane they bumpin' Luda But down there way in hell bumpin' Robert Cooper Like water to 'em, talk the truth, they remembered me They say they saw the two jokers they had left in me Eternal bleed, see the creep demons ripped they scared And everyday they wishin' only they could shake my hand So now y'all fast nigga, stand in line and wait yo turn Koop's not concerned, let the motherfuckers burn and burn Heaven to earth, mane I'm Everlast [Chorus] (All in my head) Been down and back up I came Gotta choose wealth over fame (Stuck in my mind) Gotta choose that and choose time Nothing but success on my mind (Please understa-a-and) Been down and back up I came Gotta choose wealth over fame (Everythings gon' be fine) Gotta choose that and choose time Nothing but success on my mind (All in my head) Been down and back up I came Gotta choose wealth over fame (Stuck in my mind) Gotta choose that and choose time Nothing but success on my mind (Please understand) [Verse 2] [?] the days on my calendar, yes sir, I'm 'bouts to be free Two weeks left and my time's up, yes sir Koopsta 'bouts to be free, check me out Excuse Mr [?], Mister Mister hear me operate I'm tryin' to place a [?] call so I can visit later I heard a fader like [?] then I heard a click With no more seconds, got me sick up in this fuckin' bitch Yes bitch, can't apprehend [?] [?] so long [?] she don't need no more Stories told, game's off as I call my partners Since I been locked up they just ballin' out and crazy poppin' [?] always thought I bump they hoes Besides that fuckin' lie I just love 'em for that deepthroat [?] comin' back, fools claimin' got them tracks Koopsta got some horror raps, beat 'em til she cataracts Count on that, back up on them slabs, super criminal crooked Step up if you wanna blast then commence the ass whoopin' [Chorus] (All in my head) Been down and back up I came Gotta choose wealth over fame (Stuck in my mind) Gotta choose that and choose time Nothing but success on my mind (Please understand) Been down and back up I came Gotta choose wealth over fame (Everythings gon' be fine) Gotta choose that and choose time Nothing but success on my mind (All in my head) Been down and back up I came Gotta choose wealth over fame (Stuck in my mind) Gotta choose that and choose time Nothing but success on my mind (Please understand) [Beat Change] [Chorus: 2Pac sample, repeating] Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted [Verse 3] A hustler, hustle up on this pen and the pad yo Jotted down my lyrics, record this shit into the radio Stereo blastin', drownin' out you Rudy Poots Some of you Disc Jockeys actin' like I wanna play the Koop Fool I'm 'bout to come back or come get some up, it's in my blood Y'all was in some diapers when this pimp was crossin' major plugs Tearin' up clubs, videos, featured on some majors hits Slit my wrist; y'all was talkin' 'bout "A Tisket, A Tasket" Laughin', diggin' that, it's yo boy didn't fuck with me He kicked me out the group Thought that Koop was gon' become a fiend How could it be? I was right there 'fore a nigga had loop Loyal, lose my credit, coward paid expenses for the group Or give a two , made it from the first into the third base Like I say, tell mane the only way you gon' get paid Path way, had to hustle up on drugs to get some money Funny junkies comin' runnin' [?] [Hook: 2Pac sample, repeating] Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted [Verse 4] See what you gonna do boy? Y'all boys, y'all boys ain't cool boy, naw No needs to be glad boy Cause I ain't sad, I'm a motherfuckin' bad boy, ahh I popped into my drop, I cocked my Glock, I come to splatter you Body decomposed, someone drowned 'em down in Mexico Go and get yo mens, I'll do ten cause I do 'em in Y'all don't understand about this pimp now watch my [?] dance Jump off the currrb, got the bitch scarrred Fuck old testament I'm breakin' the law, broke the bitch off Koopsta Knicca crucial when I [?] this song Al Capone fronted me a set but I didn't give it back [?] make short relax and maintain this rap Aggrevated cross the nation, dominatin' situation Murder cases, meditatin', gonna be some invasions They just waitin', thinkin' they gon' get me, y'all get me some deals Koopsta's from the Ville that leave you burnin' in that cornfield Loc I just go and make 'em taste this smell, well you heard of And when I do ya it's some murder, murder, murder, murders Oh well and the Koopsta Knicca's bad for yo health To make my pockets swell I make you bitches burn in hell [Hook: 2Pac sample, repeating] Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted