Tha Factor

1987 I was all in watching my O-Gs out there ballin Yes yes y'all it was on like a light switch Niggas was getting rich, the game was getting thick 88-89, still was spectating soaking up game Gettin laced and watchin all the playa-hatin Right about now I'm on my own, 17 and grown Time for me to get my motherfucking hustle on 1991 I hit the track for myself me and Andy I was writing raps he was grinding on that candy Tash was rhyming, it dont matter it was hell To make a little mail, to make a lotta bail Possession for sales was the case Many caught em, hubba rock was the shit Thats why so many fiends bought em Sprung off that ice cream Living they life on the pipe dream But we wasn't trippin Had to be about our lean, right? I stole the same fool's load almost every night Just a part of the game carjacker Out to get my money on the motherfucking factor, nigga 1991 my nigga Likky-Los took me to his rappin folks On the north pole side of Valle-Jo I left the cook-up got the hookup from my nigga Drizzze Been on since 92 a nigga stay about his pizzzay Hustler-Hatin-Hoes be on the lookout for him when you see him Hide up at the cookout act like you don't know him Coz a young broad to me ain't nothin but a record sale Young and so sprung but got a nigga makin hella mail But dont get it twisted my game is a department Poppin outta control gettin swoll fuckin movie stars And it was on like that for the 92 But I never knew the dirty shit that a bitch'll do Set a nigga up for the jack-a-mack Musta been a crack attack Roll and slam me down like the motherfucking Shaq Attack Gotta get this groupie back Musta been that hootie mack That would make this hoochie rap Wanna get my money stacked Thats why you gets no love in fact You could get a slug for that Gone without no get it back Yo this fucker's trying to jack So you just a jack-a-ho Niggas love to mack-a-ho She could be a sack of hoes but she ain't no factor though Yeauh, bitch, ha ha 1995 this game's for all of y'all While I'm back from the clink and I'm ballin y'all Young Ray, the nigga of the niggas want to be like me A G like me But they can't see me in the diggy-dark I'm creepin' through the piggy-park Undercover cop try to watch from a Skylark Read him like a sex book, out to get an ex-crook I left his ass shook, gone by the next look You'll never get your jack on Get to slip some crack on Ray and do me hard Better dress warm Coz I got several attourneys on my payroll I hope you like the cold you'll be working at the North Pole Huh, it's kind of simple when I pop like a pimple Drink Hennesse not ripple and watch my money triple At night I be kickin, up a tree stickin Coz my tape's on hit like barbeque chicken Got your girlfriend geekin Y'all ain't even speakin coz you heard She was freakin with the Lynk last weekend Ran through 92 mobbin' like a tractor Stayed a G in 93 and 95 the motherfucking factor, nigga, yeauh [outro] Nizine Fizour, yeah real that's Young Ray They don't feel me though, whoooo-hooo And that's real Mac Mall! Yiddo I'm still the factor baby Even though your boy can't make it to LA on this one man You know? But it's all good, wassup?! Yeah! Where them Lynk niggas at man? You know? Ha ha ha ha, you a fool, aaaah Say that man, you know? Yeah This one goes out the L-O-motherfucking-S Who had me touchin down in 1991 in the V And put your boy on the map like this here This one's for you, baby boyeee