Lyrics
My Story Of Life, Is That I Get To The Point//
Spillin My Heart Out On These Lyrical Joints//
Heads Say Im Quiet, But I Got The Heart To//
Start A Rampage Like Monkeys At The Zoo//
The Flows Cute? U Faggots Will Get The Boot//
Lookin Like A Blood In Ya All Red Suit//
Salute, Im Fresher Then Boat Shipped Fruit//
My Clues Be Blue Like A Crips Point Of View//
My Boys Say Im Nice, Bringin Back Hip Hop//
I Wont Ever Stop, Till I Leave Heads In Shock//
Cuz A Creature Came Out, Spitten Bout Rage//
Im Known To Whip Cats, Like Tigers In A Cage//
Hit Ya Dame, Knock A Dude Out They Frame//
When U Pick Up A Mic, U Put Us To Shame//
Shit Aint The Same, When My Styles Taint//
Pain I Gotta Gain, To Reframe My Name//
To Hold My Chain, Not Walk With A Cain//
Since Rap Hit, My Lifes Not The Same//
Been Judgin U Fags Since I Was Crawlin//
Boxin U Up Like Our Ass Was Ballin//
Chorus: Today All These Punks Talk Shit For A Livin//
When I Get A Buck, Then Comes The Ass Kissin//
I Stay With My Flock, Lookin Up At The Top//
Doin What I Do, Thats How Much I Love Hip Hop//
Tribute To The Soldiers For Us They Died//
RIP To The Homies Who Lived To Shine//
My Hearts Dark As Night, As Sharp As A Knife//
For All U Fake Thugs, Now This Is Real Life//
My Shit Aint Gonna Flop, Ima Tell U A Plot//
A Boy Named Jon, Puttin Rap As His Job//
My Shit U Gotta Cop, Even From A Cop//
My Flow Is Non Stop, So The Bull Shit Stops//
Tie Ya Mind In A Knot, Shits Gettin Cloged//
Stuck In Ya Shit Like Corn On The Cob//
Speak Negative, Not When Im Tellin Kids//
To Focus On The Now, Forget The Show Biz//
My Rap Sheet, Aint Comin To A Closin//
Man This Is Real Life, My Thoughts Are Glowin//
Stockin Up On Info, Loadin THe Tanks//
Feelin Like Banks The Way Im Stackin Cake//
No Need To Eat It, Im On A Lead Lift//
Off This Planet, Fresh Flow Like Speed Stick//
As A Child I Was Jipped, By The Looks And Shit//
Forget About The Flaws, I Just Packed And Diped//
Sitten In My Room, Puttin Feelings On A Pad//
Whether I Was Angry, Happy Or Even Sad//
No Way Was I Fool, Life Didnt Seem Cool//
Speakin Real Shit, In 7th Grade At Private School//
Chorus: Today All These Punks Talk Shit For A Livin//
When I Get A Buck, Then Comes The Ass Kissin//
I Stay With My Flock, Lookin Up At The Top//
Doin What I Do, Thats How Much I Love Hip Hop//
Tribute To The Soldiers For Us They Died//
RIP To The Homies Who Lived To Shine//
My Hearts Dark As Night, As Sharp As A Knife//
For All U Fake Thugs, Now This Is Real Life//
Handle The Pain, Nah U Cant Handle My Name//
Spit Real, Forget About Gats And Cain//
The Rap Game, U Spit Emotions On The Pad//
Emotions Sad, Find Me Makin Cake And Glad//
Im Glad, That Raps Showin Up Again//
Teaching All These Kids To Work Hard Then//
Focus In School, So They Could Be Real Honest//
Go To College, Get A Job And Make Profit//
Walk Around Seein Mad Dudes Actin Hot//
For Real, All U Dudes Aint Worth Time To Plot//
