We can't change the world until we change ourselves.
If I wasn't in the rap game, I'd probably have a key knee-deep in the crack game. Because the streets is a short stop: Either you're slinging crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot.
Damn right I like the life I live, Cause I went from negative to positive.
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on, Just keep on pressin on. Sky is the limit and you know that you can have what you want, be what you want.
My mind's my 9, my pen's my Mac-10. My target? All you wack niggaz who started rappin'.
Birfdays was the worst days, Now we sip champagne when we thirstay uh
I mean everything's a lot more smoother. It's just calm. IN the beginning, I had the typical attitude of a young rapper makin money... ya know I was the partyin guy... I was the guy wit the girls... all the extra that came wit the game...it's up to the artist to know when to say when. You can't live that kind of lifestyle forever. ...I learn from the other people's mistake. I know when to say no. You learn to make the right decisions and pick the right choices. That's all that's really changed.
You and your friends...always together, No time for the B-I-G, so I'm O-U-T. The sex was great, but the headaches I can't take. I think I made a very big mistake.
There's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing If my burglar alarm starts ringing
Won't cha...picture life as my wife, just think: Full length mink, fat X and O links, Bracelets to match, conversation was all that, Showed you the safe combinations and all that. Guess you could say you's the one I trusted... Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns, As I crush so-called Willies, thugs, and rapper-dons.
Rappers can't sleep, need sleepin', B.I.G. keep creepin', Bullets heat-seekin', Casualties need treatin', Dumb rappers need teachin'.
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown: I was humpin' around and jumpin' around!
I'm slamming n***as like Shaquille, s**t is real When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal
Rappin bout blunts and broads, Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars.
Lyrically I'm supposed to represent, I'm not only the client, I'm the player president
Never let no one know how much dough you hold.
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