My Song

[Hook] (This is my song) We party on and on untill the morn (And no one, can take it away) (This is my song) We pouring liquor for our people that are gone (And no one, can take it away) [Verse 1: Pacewon] I bust a shot for my brother, two for my daughter Three for my people overseas getting slaughtered I tried to go to Canada they stopped me at the border Told me that my record and my papers aren't in order I said what? I'm a performer No longer selling those drugs out on the corner But I do run down with more brothers that wanna And I live in a city that's hot as a sauna But I'm calmer, I haven't been locked up in a [?] So a heckler won't temp me or hinder my performance My fame is modest here but in Europe it's enormous When I do a song in Malmö Sweden they know the chorus They cheer for us, they said so? You've got a dirty record so you've got to go So I came back home, hooked up with rival Made a couple spiritual moves to ease my youte's To bear my soul, I'm 33 years old 23 years here rapping like Hov and 12 years of generating heat like a stove I came out with the Fugees, started making lucci Started going out with them dimes eating sushi Went back to Polo, went back to Gucci Went back to talking to those girls that are booshie They come three for a dollar just like some Lucy's [Hook] [Verse 2: Rival] Man I grew up hard in Jersey nine years after the riots The first time weed got passed to me I tried it After that, I chipped in to buy it Roll it up, fry it, then watch weird science Way before my crack was hitting the stove Before DB got clapped [?] Rest in peace I'm in the staircase pitching the o Or experimenting with drugs dipped in the stone Formaldehyde, man I'm fly without mission control Like a pimp in his Roll pistol whipping his hoes You can catch me in the streets like a wino Act up and I'm comming straight at you like a rhino Man my cocaine white as albinos I'm the main attraction, you're a sideshow And I'm hotter than a pyro in Ciaro When I melt the wax if you put me on a vinyl Lift up, cock back, blam the nina Me and my girl get married we like Brangelina And I make bar music my producer's Jewish Just like Jon Stewart Run the streets from the Bronx to Newark Hit the club same jeans and a new shirt If it's any beef I let the tool jerk Or you could get jumped like Q*bert [Verse 3: Pacewon] Yeah, this is for my people locked down Just know you're still with us even though you're not around Yeah, this is for my people in the street Doing what they got to do kids got to eat Yeah, this is for my people on the grind No more waiting in line it's our time This is dedicated to the people in the hood No matter what city you're from it's all good [Hook]