Tha FreakStylaz Post Album

T HA F REAKSTYLAZ P OST A LBUM

| Trini Laws |

| 10. Me to Be |

::Laws::

Those who can’t see me, try to f8ck-with-my-progress

I grew to be a G, from a punk-in-the-projects

Partly through consistency, apart from all the nonsense

Only small quips from lesser part of conscience

Grown to hustle hard nig&a, even when exhausted

Keep it on a leash, if you didn’t then you lost it

“dogs” gon stray, they’ll shoot you right-up in the ass

If you know this in the present, future brighter than the past

Family only friends, and the sage see the same

Not even the best, look at Jay-Z and Dame

Its all about the paper, its all about the C-Notes

Broke, people disappear – paid they trynna see folk

Get your piece quiet; keep it on the hush

Its dog eat dog and these people gonna rush

It doesn’t make sense to ask God for assistance

You against yourself and you are causing resistance

Grown strong from a small seed

You know what they call me

::Verbal Assassin::

Laws, he the don. He –

Killing nig&as softly – awfully…

Nice, to the ones who’ll learn

And will never hesitate, to give you a turn.

I went from fragile and timid, pressed to the limit,

Twelve years old, I lost soul; from the start I was finished,

I seen cops slaughter innocents,

The stories you’ve heard,

I lived this shit.

Ya’ll just got whiff of the word,

I’d sit on the curb,

My day-job, fifth and the bird,

Like a ghetto time-bomb,

Wasn’t shit to disturb,

Scowling at passer-bys,

That patronize with their distance,

They hate my business,

Are, sickened by my existence,

But I don’t live to please ya’ll,

You had opportunity,

See I was born to this stall,

This ghetto community,

So I milk for what its worth,

Then birth new cows,

Get on the scene with Laws,

Soon do a verse with Cal,

I’m ready for my turn,

Ya’ll look at me run,

Ain’t shook from no gun,

And ya’ll thought it was fun.