Yeah, it's like this..   Chubb rid-dock, nine-seven on lid-dock   Son, rock..      [chorus: billy lawrence *sung*]   Do you know, where you're goin to?    Do you like the things that life is showin you?    Where are you goin to?    Do you know, what you're lookin for?    Do you like the things that life has in store?    Chubb holds it down for sure..      [chubb rock]   Ever since mom kissed me and said, "seek life!"   My mind had an idea like that kid with the kite   No 'caine slingin, strong-arm bringin check my eyes   Redness done, so I can script "my life" like mary blige   I've, been around the world in 90 days, pro-rated   Like prince no shame for that past few sheila's I've dated   Made it, with only one but I'm foreshadowing the rhyme   Like a nice pirollo(? ) wine, life takes time   I'm, one of two and to see it a one who's part of many   The quarters of my thoughts will cost more than a damn penny   Any debate we can correlate as to my release date   A nine-seven slate, new york state will have to check me   It's been some time since the break of the dawn   The genre has definitely changed since I've been gone   Whether, bad or good the flow remain tight   So I can come and drop my li-ight, li-ight      [chorus]      [chubb rock]   Well in the past black men used to work for (? )   My age group was plotting to obtain dead nixons   The plot, had three vectors for young prospectors   School, entertain, or become hannibal lectors   Stressors, used to stress the best, cess wine   But at that particular time I chose to use my mind   Goody too, size twelve shoe the troy ave grew   Waited 'til, after eighteen to introduce the brew   Downed the suds and gave a street buzz   High in the +forrest+ but stupid is as, stupid does   And, that's all I have to say about that   Flipped a pulitzer prize script and started rap   Simplistic at first, and the knowledge came later   Rob-ski, dave wit, and swanny on the fader   The struggle was on but the fame was in sight   And the tunnel had a light that distinguished my life      [chorus]      [chubb rock]   The low point was mad low when I lost james los   Spent eighteen years livin next to this high-pro bro   And that's all I got to say, about that   While I give thanks to the man that my brother and I'm back   Onward, to the medals while the boys aged the mix   To the mental utopia, so walk past the six   And the rhyme and the flow, must stay real tight   Like it's always been in my li-i-ife, my life      [chorus]