Written by:WC
Now here we go
Y'all gotta play this
Due to you b*tch *ss niggaz I'm a made this
Rearranged funk and refreak the track
The God father of underground rap is back
Banged out the game as I ride with the Benji's
F**k off the hook ni**a I'm off the f**kin hinges
No gimmicks just a crew of driveby shooters
Coupe de ville swoopers looters and stax loopers
I started off way back sick with a mentality
Wicked got down kickin' it with the syndicate
Just a lil' ni**a seein ways to get paid
Levi Cordueroy saggin with French braids
No overnight success no tinted windows
No limos just a hungry ni**a doin' demos
The year eighty eight the group was low pro
When niggaz used to swerve on lincoln's and vogues
Loc these niggaz ain't knowin about
Payin no dues the sh*t I done been through
Gone through put was bruised too
Some these school these foes look a there
As I walk the rugged road of the path
I gets flashbacks and thrash mash enemies in my path
Hustler turn your page to nineteen eighty nine
When a young ni**a first signed the dotted line I was
Bang bang boogie with the music
Took the old funk track and relooped it
Dropped payin' dues for a small amount of cheddar
The name of the LP was we in this together