The last verse is a contender for one the best verses of all timeMy street mentality flip bricks forever, know me and money
we like armed co-defendants, nikka we stick together
shyt whatever for this cheddar ran my game into the ground
Hustle harder to see if indictment time came around
Now you can look up and down the streets and I can't be found
Put in twenty-four hour shifts but, that ain't me now
Got a face too easy to trace, nikkaz mouths got slow leaks
Had to hide between my workers, couldn't play those streets
She got his face like Mercury you jerkin me? Hectic
Had to call upon my wolves to send, nikkaz the message
I said this: 'Let's play fair and we can stay here
I'm trying to transform you Boyz II Men like daycare'
Hey there's money to be made and, nikkaz got the picture
Stopped playing with my paper and, we got richer
Then hard times fell upon us, half of my staff
had warrants, the other half, in the casket lay dormant
I felt like life was cheating me, for the first time
in my life I was getting money but it was like my concious was eating me
Was this a lesson God teaching me? Was he saying that?
I'm playing the game straight from Hell from which few came back
like bad coke, pimp or die, was my mindframe bad
Was nikkaz thinkin simplify was turning cocaine crack?
Ain't a whole lot of brain to that, just trying to maintain a stack
and knock a lot like two trains that's on the same track
'Fore I get my life together like the oars I bring back
In the bottom of the pot where no, water gets hot
Got my transporter take it 'cross the border then stop
Set up shop with a quarter of rock, here's the plan
For three straight weeks, nikkaz slaughtered the block
But you know the game is 'lluted, fukked up me and my dues
One drop can wipe a nikka out, faster than the cops
and this unstable way of living just, had to stop
Half of my nikkaz got time, we done real things
By ninety-four became the subject of half of y'all nikkaz rhymes
Public apoligies to the families of those caught up in my shyt
But that's the life for us lost souls brought up in the shyt
The life and times of a demonic mind, excited with crime
And the lavish luxuries that just excited my mind
I figured, 'shyt why risk myself I just write it in rhymes
And let you feel me, and if you don't like it then fine'
The mindstate, of a nikka who boosted the crime rate
so high in one city they send National Guards to get me
Or is it paying homage
Enjoy yall C*A*M*E*L thread
wish this had been on Vol.3
