[Verse 1]  In the brightest of days, I can find the night  If I just close my eyes and I squeeze 'em tight  Second time in this life, see familiar territory  The hustle is my appetite the cash is my glory  I'm darker than midnight, I'm bright as in noon  Searchin for my melodies, follow the moon  Every city and town, that I run up in my travels  My game is like a earthquake, agitates the gravel  I put it down in Michigan, set it up sweet  Niggas used to call me second none Pete  I'm hard at the feet, I start the cream like scatter brave  Down in Cleveland, doin my thing they call me Don King  I came to New York, out of West VA.  They call me Shorty Locin, I'm deadly and I don't play  Like Willy Watson I fucked 'em and I knocked 'em  Straight askin bitches wasup, like Jesse Cook  Uh huh, in Alabama runnin Moonshine  I'm rap killer, you wouldn't find a iller hundred dollar biller  I'm number one in Augusta, like J.C.  Like little Herman from Pittsburgh you pay me  Like Zack Thomas and Frank Molten  I be the young nigga half the death, leave his ass floatin  Like Bumpy Johnson and beautiful rain  Without the street life I'd rather be dead, I swear I been here    HOOK:  Feel Like I Been There  I seen murder scenes, drugs I been here before  Send my blood to keep it raw, stay hardcore, c'mon, yeah  Feel Like I Been Here  I bust guns, push nines, and snuffed out lives  >From the south to the city only tryin to survive  Bigger than nine to five, I been here before  Bold and ready to die, I been here before  Cocked and ready to spit, I been here before  Names you shouldn't forget, they been here before, uh    [Verse 2]  I studied science, social studies, and math  At the school of hard knocks, if you follow the path  Aint nothin funny here son, so if you wanna laugh  Harlem World's red illin, I put three in your ass  'cause it's more about this money even more than that  I'm tryin to spread it through my own hood, givin it back  Like Munky Jackson, I be back son  Cats are blast, screamin my mac, it's black son  Shit I keep it real nigga  I'm cold-blooded when I iceberg  Spittin game off my lips every word like none you never heard  Like little Willie from B-More  Uptown, Saturday night, little C-More  Ill like the Infamous I scare to death  Had them niggas up in Buffalo, holdin they breath  Malcolm X Boulevard pushin that P  Hoes callin me ferrels, and they smilin at me  That's what they wanna see, they call me ribbons up in Louisville  Gator wing tips, 44, two spare clips  In Chocolate City I was Catfish  Any nigga ever disrespect me, he get his head split  Like Reverend Mills and from Chi-Town  Can't nobody ever ever deny, how I laid it down  These mini games like souvenirs  Man I swear to everything that I am I know I been here  Uh huh, c'mon    HOOK