ART OF RAP

Lyrics

[Hook] In this game, it's only right I win To go down with the greats is deserved, you can't just write them in We made it through all kind of sin Born in this cold world and hip-hop changed my life again (Hip, hip, hip-hop, hip-hop) You think you winning, but you're sinning for the fast prop (Hip-hop, hip-hop) Fucked me up that y'all done load that trash drop (Hip, hip, hip-hop, hip-hop) It takes your heart and soul to make the track hot (Hip-hop, hip-hop) Be a legend, not another mascot [Verse 1] Criminal minded but the love got me cracking at it again Duckin 12, rolling 16s, trying to make it happen Got niggas budding in my biz, bitch is saying it's just a friend Don't make me have to mop the floor with your funny hair, get in Rolling cannabis for problems, had groupies to feed the ego And I knock my Timberland 4, I roll, living in some Zillow It's okay to like new things, you've turned it into R&B, though Them boys don't really want it with banks, I smoke a 3-0 Living too fast in hindsight, screaming, let with the replay At 19, had my young gun, just put the Mac on the freeway Always alert, don't get left ready But DJ If you're sleeping on me, go to your deathbed on your b-Day Usually sound dark, bringing you light to time I don't I don't need no fucking partner, bitch, Texas Like my envelope I was construction suited and skully No type of designers bro Wishing a MC jump out the window play geromino [Hook] In this game, it's only right I win To go down with the greats is deserved, you can't just write them in We made it through all kind of sin Born in this cold world and hip-hop changed my life again (Hip, hip, hip-hop, hip-hop) You think you winning, but you're sinning for the fast prop (Hip-hop, hip-hop) Fucked me up that y'all done load that trash drop (Hip, hip, hip-hop, hip-hop) It takes your heart and soul to make the track hot (Hip-hop, hip-hop) Be a legend, not another mascot [Verse 2] The root to failure is developing sleeping habits So I'd rather insomniac prodigy, he can have it A firm believer, he can dream it, he can have it Then he bent the rules, overachievers amongst the average You couldn't resist the call of the corner, I couldn't either But I would meet me for like a big man or my Lil Ceasar (BIG) Juvenile years were critical, he'd see the consequence Dropped out, but made it off dedication and common sense But then my world got him full of sleep on the project bench Hell yeah, I'm leaving, they gave me reason in my defense The clock still ticks through the bullshit, ain't no time to vent Niggas copied when they critiqued, took it all as a compliment Nasty from A to Z, play with me, take a big L in the city Always see murder, might be next to B-Real You're anticipating the fall, hopping hurdles until I am From the jumping on the killer mic, fucking shit up on cam [Hook] In this game, it's only right I win To go down with the greats is deserved, you can't just write them in We made it through all kind of sin Born in this cold world and hip-hop changed my life again (Hip, hip, hip-hop, hip-hop) You think you winning, but you're sinning for the fast prop (Hip-hop, hip-hop) Fucked me up that y'all done load that trash drop (Hip, hip, hip-hop, hip-hop) It takes your heart and soul to make the track hot (Hip-hop, hip-hop) Be a legend, not another mascot [Verse 3] How's a fake nigga gon' get validation, I don't agree with It'll be sickness when I drop my EP, and diesel needed Back then, your expectations easily exceed the recent Through this trendy shit, I be the outcast, your team's the precinct Problems diving on me in sequence, drowning a quarter-pound Time I found a life so, oh, bitch, I needed a doggystyle Paid prescriptions, got these boys balls, most of them corny now Intuition told me to turn on me, they had to warn me wild City labeled us public enemies in our school days Wish me the worst, but I'll be Gucci, Cuban Link and Cool J It's changing the game, leaving my legacy off while the loot plays Stuck to my roots, married the street, marijuana bouquets Check CNN for the War Report on these last days If 15 was a tech, non-sub, but she in my black phase Critics critique criteria, lyricism's my rap page There really ain't no way you can fuck with me, nigga, crack pays [Hook] In this game, it's only right I win To go down with the greats is deserved, you can't just write them in We made it through all kind of sin Born in this cold world and hip-hop changed my life again (Hip, hip, hip-hop, hip-hop) You think you winning, but you're sinning for the fast prop (Hip-hop, hip-hop) Fucked me up that y'all done load that trash drop (Hip, hip, hip-hop, hip-hop) It takes your heart and soul to make the track hot (Hip-hop, hip-hop) Be a legend, not another mascot [Outro] Yeah This one goes out to New York City, baby South Jamaica, Queens in this motherfucker Yeah Nowhere left to go but the top, boy Uh! Yeah! And you say New York City One's for the money, soon as it hit the top The grind don't stop