| Uh huh | |
| Word Up.......... | |
| Drop the beat right here | |
| Yeah | |
| [Chorus - repeat 2X] | |
| Loooove me in a special way what more can I say | |
| Love me now love love me now | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Since Illmatic this shit started that never departed | |
| I flossed retarded for them lost in the projects | |
| I taught them logic gaining courses in college | |
| Chased dollars but to me whats most important is knowledge | |
| Know the ledge for ya'll niggas that so on the edge | |
| It ain't nothin for an infrared to go in your head | |
| Life in the streets schooled me well movin light on my feet | |
| So deep had me jumpin up at night in my sleep | |
| Hold ya heat if you that nigga that's influencing beef | |
| I'm trying to eat dont have me put two in ya feet | |
| 99 ways i made out to never fade out never get played out | |
| Got guns blast ya way out | |
| Chorus | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Saw the worst when I was growing | |
| Unknowing my quest until I had reality thrown at my chest | |
| Why would it stress it seem a nigga zone at his best | |
| Is it a test at times I feel my soul is possesed | |
| Flavors of Guess throw key at major connects | |
| Crazy respect goin through it made me a vet | |
| Gettin down on grounds forbidden | |
| Made bails from ?????? to the cells in Clinton listen | |
| We could war till we no more either or | |
| Or just ball till we all score it's on ya'll | |
| Did this one for the streets watchin | |
| And the D's in the streets let them keep clockin | |
| We clean got love for the whole game | |
| To go change fake I.D.'s and the code names but no lames | |
| 3 op's and theres more to come we all as one | |
| Recognize I been this raw since young | |
| Chorus | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| Was I sent for the sinners that never repent | |
| Or just another thug bent trying to pay for his rent | |
| Days in contempt I see how ya'll amazed in suspense | |
| Ways spent catch me at the major events | |
| So blow a herb on ya corner curb my word | |
| Doe or Die I was born a swerve bet that | |
| From 40 bottles to the champagne twist a pop | |
| White Lables to the brand names kids on top | |
| And let's toast for the lost souls | |
| And pray enough to hope and meet em at the crossroads reunite | |
| Hope I live to see 88 with crazy cake | |
| In a baby shaped burgandy Bentley with Haiti plates | |
| Chorus 2X |