The Autobiography

[CT] It's about that time nigga [WC] For what? [CT] Redo this motherfucker look I found it nigga [WC] Ahh hell naw nigga! [CT] Sheyitt Now here we go, y'all gotta play this Due to you bitch-ass niggas I'mma maze this Rearranged funk and refreak the track The Godfather of Underground Rap is back Banged out the game as I ride with the Benji's Fuck off the hook, nigga I'm off the fuckin 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' nigga seein ways to get paid Levi cordueroy saggin with french braids No overnight success, no tinted windows No limos, just a hungry nigga doin demos The year eighty-eight, the group was Low Pro When niggas used to swerve on Lincoln's and Vogues Loc these niggas ain't knowin about payin no dues, the shit I done been through Gone through, put through, was bruised too so it's time to school these foes Looka 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 nigga 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" *beeper sounds repeatedly* [CT] Awww shit, what the fuck why you sto [WC] Man this motherfuckin pager keep goin off Look I'm tired of these bitches! [CT] Youse a cold nigga! *DJ scratches* "Noooo shit!"