Big as I Wanna Be

[LongShot] One two Man, my nig.. Rhyme Scheme is on the track man my nigga Panik Molemen, Chicago, LongShot check it out man I'm on my hustle man, with CD's and wax You need this rap, Molemen bringin it back LongShot flip rhymes like weed and coke Do I need to smoke, nah man I need a show I need to show cats how to succeed for mo' We need to grow, we need to come together and blow We need this dough, we need to stay at home buildin Still when, we get on, we shit on our own children We turn our backs on our brothers, no gats on lovers Yeah I understand you're back as mack slugger But black mothers, please, keep raisin 'em strong Cause the streets is a father that be raisin 'em wrong P.P.P., what kind of life is locked in the bing Get out on parole to get popped for the same damn thing I'm slayin the beast, with the shit I'm sayin on beats Playin with heat, fire word blazin the speech Raisin my verbal game for the goal f'real Then I'ma take 'round the earth 'til it's playin {?} Set it like 10, I might be seein some bills But 'til then, I'ma hustle hard as fuck to get big, c'mon [Hook] How I'm gon' be as big as I wanna be Nigga, ain't no limit in me How I'm gon' climb as high as I gotta climb Chi, is you ready to ride I said Chi, is you ready to ride Not some ride or die shit, is you ready to die How I'm gon' be as big as I wanna be Nigga, ain't no limit in me [Rhyme Scheme] Hey yo, how I'm gon' be as big as I wanna be Me and my nigga Shot reppin the team Molemen motherfuckers and we runnin this thing Funniest thing man, is you ain't thinkin like me I ain't talkin 'bout wreck man, take what you want Make what you want out of it, I got what I want I got a lot of shit inside of me, mother father and family Pain struggles and tragedy, fuck if you gettin mad at me I been seen it all, through the eyes of the young life From the rough young buck with the {?} to punch minors The gun yup, just the son of a one And gunnin for once muh'fuckers cause I'm runnin it up Young, schemin and crazy the humble harder the hard workin That hustle hard for the Dream Street dream and the blaze And I was, raised in the city where the hustle don't sleep Where the hustlers stay on corners and they stay on the scheme Meanwhile all our kids runnin wild in the streets Dreams deferred all I heard was the shot in the streets Pop and I see pop BLAOW now there's blood in the streets Blood on my sleeve from the tears of the moms and the kids Stoppin the tears from the gunnin down, runnin in fear Nothin to hear man, I had it dawg, I had it to here