The Autobiography

[CT] It's about that time ****** [WC]
For what? [CT]
Redo this mother****** look
I found it ****** [WC]
Ahh hell naw ******! [CT]
Sheyitt Now here we go, y'all gotta play this
Due to you ************-ass ******z
I'ma maze this rearranged funk and refreak the track
The Godfather of
Underground
Rap is back
Banged out the game as
I ride with the
Benji's ****** off the hook, ******
I'm off the ****** hinges
No gimmicks, just a crew of driveby shooters
Coupe de Ville swoopers, looters and
Stax loopers
I started off way back sick with a mentality
Wicked got down kickin it with the
Syndicate
Just a lil' ****** seein ways to get paid
Levi cordueroy saggin with french braids
No overnight success, no tinted windows
No limos, just a hungry ****** doin demos
The year eighty-eight, the group was
Low Pro When ******z used to swerve on
Lincoln's and
Vogues Loc these ******z ain't knowin about payin no dues, the ************t
I done been through
Gone through, put through, was bruised too so it's time to school these foes
Looka there, as
I walk the rugged road of the path
I gets flashbacks, and thrash mash, enemies in my path
Hustler turn your page to nineteen eighty-nine
When a young ****** first signed the dotted line,
I was bang bang, boogie with the music
Took the old funk track, and relooped it
Dropped "Payin Dues" for a small amount of cheddar
The name of the
LP was "We In This Together" *beeper sounds repeatedly* [CT]
Awww ************t, what the ****** why you sto [WC]
Man this mother****** pager keep goin off
Look I'm tired of these ************! [CT]
Youse a cold ******! *
DJ scratches* "Noooo ************t!"