murderous pace Mad sons got slugs to the face, OG packs kilos Over sore losers and cilo, prepare like a scout I hold the burner on the delo In this age
(Peace) World (Peace) World (Peace) World Yo, there's brothers on the block, posted up like they own it That's they corner, from New York to California
real ones, and who's soft and the murderous, hungriest crews People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping, made it through my youth Walking very thin lines, ages seven and nine That's the age
nightmare hippy girl With her skinny fingers fondling my world She's a whimsical, tragical beauty Self-conscious and a little bit moody It's a new age
't know my n***a I ask myself the same s*** everyday How the f*** am I supposed to smile Life's real over here though Y'know Verse 2 (Styles P) Styles
a star When I rap too good I might take it too far Had the whole damn crowd going wild 'Cause I don't stop rapping, that's my style Too $hort baby from
that I'm spending Pray to god with divine intervention all my life Repent for my sins because I don't want strife Release from contracts to make new
sounds Without love and support, I might come up short, But I dare not resort, to the low-life sport Young bucks nowadays, Even kids my own age, Making
, Busta Go Busta. You know we got style Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco Go Charlie, Charlie go Charlie. Go Busta, Busta Go Busta. You know we got style When
do this You know what I'm talking about Sure, poor, blower, this how we do, Heavy D, set it up Big Gentlemen, asshole full of Benjamins New millenium, new
We bout to get busy ol skool style Yo jazzy on the wheels me on the m-i-c Lets seewe got a couple of new additions Sumthin new age We got little john
bet, a Z-bull's my pet And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck Aiyyo, yo when my gun bust, send niggaz to the fish like Swanson New York's youngest
in your face '88 was Runs house, but '95 is Shaqs place cracked up like Boogie, from New Jack City high with the clowns, but down with the nitty gritty fool, child, with the high profile style
my oxygen We poppin' it, kick through door, dorag and moccasin You can't stop, Lieutenant Arab Thirsty to have what you have Bust a new trade, illuminati be the new age
right here or right there Ice-grill stare, shoulda set it off right, it off right there CNN war report spread across New York Guard him Indian style,
get it on I'm bad to the bone, edgin yo dome What you know about a baby hummer sittin on chrome Make moves like I'm grown with a style of my own See the
Rico, wherever the fuck you from KnowhatI'msayin'? Yeah This story takes place, back in the South Bronx Where at the age of fourteen, I was already