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This song is dedicated to my man
Tupac Shakur, rest in peace
Notorious B.I.G., rest in peace
And all my other homies that have died
In the madness called street life
Rest in peace

I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend
Dedicated to, all of my friends
On the East and the West Coast
Gotta let this drama go

Nineteen eighty six, deep in the mix
Me and my team out for cream and jewel-liks
The faster, the better, blood, leather, the baby sledge
Case hitters me, I'm the point man

Give less than a damn about anything, just let my hammer swing
Come up, give me my cut, what?
Girls don't mean nothin' to me, don't push the button on me
Out for the twist, ya nautically nasty G

Basically makin' me anti-social individual, too hype
Recognize the type?
Then a music called hip-hop came along and saved my life
I had a story to tell about my knowledge of hell

$2.50 for a book, listen and look, now let's do some Math
A gun and a hand, plus an angry man, minus love
Equals and me, the sky's blue and they rags
Toe-tags and body bags, y'all feel me?
Is it too real G? Brothers say drop some heat T

Absolutely, everything is goochie since we realized
This games' the only one we got left
Hip-hop's become the game of death
Some of y'all busters out there tryin' to waste up
But it took some of us hustlers all this time to lace up

I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend
Dedicated to, all of my friends
On the East and the West Coast
Gotta let this drama go

Okay, let me break it down, they got the one strike law
You go in, you reach the other two before you know
What happen to you game's over dude
On the next page, they got power in effect
While you two rednecks waitin' to see which one of us
Kills the next brother next

Think about it too long will make you sick
Believe me the last thing they wanna see is us risin'
Economically, astronomically it could happen homie
Follow me

Hip-hop's the black goal mind and soul
Refined as we roll, another ghetto story is told
I stopped flippin' KI's in eighty three
They need a time machine to car cerate me

I'm square as a pool table, twice as green, know what I mean?
Flippin' from heat, the legal green, the hip-hop scene
Beef, the only beef I got is the steak
I'm tryin' to eat from the players elite

East, West, North, South, Moon, Star
I'm gonna ball wherever the chips are
I hope y'all players listen
Ain't out there hatin' and dissin'

Y'all know the game is to be sold and not told
I should be takin' a collection, this time I'll make an exception
I've just been here for the start of this
I gotta come from the heart for this

I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend
Dedicated to, all of my friends
On the East and the West Coast
Gotta let this drama go

Some nights I lay awake tryin' to analyze
And anticipate the moves of the fakes
Wonder if the cancers' in too deep, can't sleep
Tryin' to diagnose the poison that's increased
Injected into a pure hustle born on city streak

Migraines fill my brain as I reach toward the realm of the insane
Wishin' and prayin' that another brother gets to live the life
That I got to play in tryin' to represent to the fullest
I gotta come hard y'all, no time to pull it

Y'all fools think illin' and tearin' up hip-hop is the thing to do G?
I'm paid I don't need rap no more fool I make a movie
Y'all tryin' to lose me
And to y'all suckers with your acrobatic, player hatin' tatics
Tryin' to jump over the bree and plannin' and hustlin'
I've been corporatin' to this music over these years

Y'all will fall victim to your own lies and the P.I. will continue to rise
Open your eyes kid this games' immaculate, dramas' irrelevant
Stay sucker reppellin' invent, incorporate, parlay, play
And I got no reason to lie to you

I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend
Dedicated to, all of my friends
On the East and the West Coast
Gotta let this drama go

I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend
Dedicated to, all of my friends
On the East and the West Coast
Gotta let this drama go
This song is dedicated to my man   Tupac Shakur, rest in peace   Notorious B.I.G., rest in peace   And all my other homies that have died   In the madness called street life   Rest in peace      I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend   Dedicated to, all of my friends   On the East and the West Coast   Gotta let this drama go      Nineteen eighty six, deep in the mix   Me and my team out for cream and jewel-liks   The faster, the better, blood, leather, the baby sledge   Case hitters me, I'm the point man      Give less than a damn about anything, just let my hammer swing   Come up, give me my cut, what?   Girls don't mean nothin' to me, don't push the button on me   Out for the twist, ya nautically nasty G      Basically makin' me anti-social individual, too hype   Recognize the type?   Then a music called hip-hop came along and saved my life   I had a story to tell about my knowledge of hell      $2.50 for a book, listen and look, now let's do some Math   A gun and a hand, plus an angry man, minus love   Equals and me, the sky's blue and they rags   Toe-tags and body bags, y'all feel me?   Is it too real G? Brothers say drop some heat T      Absolutely, everything is goochie since we realized   This games' the only one we got left   Hip-hop's become the game of death   Some of y'all busters out there tryin' to waste up   But it took some of us hustlers all this time to lace up      I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend   Dedicated to, all of my friends   On the East and the West Coast   Gotta let this drama go      Okay, let me break it down, they got the one strike law   You go in, you reach the other two before you know   What happen to you game's over dude   On the next page, they got power in effect   While you two rednecks waitin' to see which one of us   Kills the next brother next      Think about it too long will make you sick   Believe me the last thing they wanna see is us risin'   Economically, astronomically it could happen homie   Follow me      Hip-hop's the black goal mind and soul   Refined as we roll, another ghetto story is told   I stopped flippin' KI's in eighty three   They need a time machine to car cerate me      I'm square as a pool table, twice as green, know what I mean?   Flippin' from heat, the legal green, the hip-hop scene   Beef, the only beef I got is the steak   I'm tryin' to eat from the players elite      East, West, North, South, Moon, Star   I'm gonna ball wherever the chips are   I hope y'all players listen   Ain't out there hatin' and dissin'      Y'all know the game is to be sold and not told   I should be takin' a collection, this time I'll make an exception   I've just been here for the start of this   I gotta come from the heart for this      I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend   Dedicated to, all of my friends   On the East and the West Coast   Gotta let this drama go      Some nights I lay awake tryin' to analyze   And anticipate the moves of the fakes   Wonder if the cancers' in too deep, can't sleep   Tryin' to diagnose the poison that's increased   Injected into a pure hustle born on city streak      Migraines fill my brain as I reach toward the realm of the insane   Wishin' and prayin' that another brother gets to live the life   That I got to play in tryin' to represent to the fullest   I gotta come hard y'all, no time to pull it      Y'all fools think illin' and tearin' up hip-hop is the thing to do G?   I'm paid I don't need rap no more fool I make a movie   Y'all tryin' to lose me   And to y'all suckers with your acrobatic, player hatin' tatics   Tryin' to jump over the bree and plannin' and hustlin'   I've been corporatin' to this music over these years      Y'all will fall victim to your own lies and the P.I. will continue to rise   Open your eyes kid this games' immaculate, dramas' irrelevant   Stay sucker reppellin' invent, incorporate, parlay, play   And I got no reason to lie to you      I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend   Dedicated to, all of my friends   On the East and the West Coast   Gotta let this drama go      I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend   Dedicated to, all of my friends   On the East and the West Coast   Gotta let this drama go