Ernee

[Biggie's Intro] You don't even look like a man, you know what I'm saying So you don't really need the money but at the same time It's so hard growing up in the hood, people don't really understand Everybody got their mom's and they pops and they got they catholic schools And they got their brothers and their little dog Scruffy In they backyard, but it's not like that in Brooklyn [CJ Fly's Intro] This is dedicated to all my ghetto men, and lady friends Those in the hood that ain't doing what they should And I recall this one, the incompatible capital? [Verse 1: CJ Fly] Yo ever since I was a snot-nose I grew up close to Kosciusko Got mad ho's that got mad low if you had known Same wars sneaking through back doors with they backs on My back yo, bet you got played like banjo's I admit it, I'm an asshole Mess your day up like bad jokes, or bad Joe no bad shows I think it's best you know five o's, El Diablo Keep one eye closed till your shine grows your fine soul The pines roll and my minds blown I meditate the elevated to another fucking time zone Fly in the astral planes, but still I have to train If no one gets the picture then that must mean that you can't be framed I know you think that life is sweet, sweet Not in these streets, streets When you see blood up on the concrete Been working on these projects And these projects where I'm from Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn Life ain't promised where I'm from I'm from the slums where you don't run son Live by the gun, die by the gun Some catch the street smarts and some dumb Some of them feel me but some numb All I can say is, one love to the young thugs getting their lungs strung [Hook: CJ Fly] Ever since a kid all I wanted to do is play Got a little older, found out about the game Ain't care about the fame all I wanted was a name Dreaming big ever since I was a shorty Ever since a kid all I wanted to do is play Got a little older, found out about the game Ain't care about the name all I wanted was the fame Dreaming big ever since I was a shorty [Verse 2: Dirty Sanchez] They been like 'Dirty this is real life shit,' oh yeah I'm just a cool laid back nigga, no beach chair Dirty San from Brooklyn, what is not clear And my people interfere because they're not scared Little kids kick rocks with miss-matched socks It hurt to kick it, drinking quarter-waters Money is liquid Been looking for the golden ticket Them April showers fooled me All month living gloomy Flowers may never bloom Black petunia, tune your radios into the radio-activist Throwing up half a... (CJ Fly: Chill) I been living on the edge My legs are dangling off of a ledge Fuck school, I seek knowledge God mind, it takes one to know who to acknowledge Got these suicidal thoughts like Christopher Wallace That's that, do or die mentality Women that call me sweet, end up with bad cavities Somebody call the pope, Beast Coast about calamity Just cause you're my neighbour That don't mean that we're close Eyes open, look close into the future To my mexicanos truchas or Medusa You gone face these streets flooded with snakes and leaches And they can suck me, I been corrupted By the creaming peaches, I'm mutant leaving em' speechless Looking for the top but we don't know where the peak is Fuck your weakness, your weekend, 47 speaking [Hook]