Sup girl? So you doin this thing music thing, huh? Just let it ride. You look like a star. Whats your name? You look good.
-Layzie Bone-
Look baby, its tough in this game and even though gotta watch your back every second/ You got these rats comin to take your cheese and squeeze you outta your records/ But you precious learn your As and Bs/ Step on your Ps and Qs/ We all gotta pay our dues/ Ain't nobody in it to lose/ So what we do we is sit and contemplate, let the game unfold/ Like my momma always told me "Everything ain't glitter and gold"/ And you on a long bumpy road full of backstabbers and snakes/ Alot of new artists got their scarves, got caught up in the breaks/ And it takes uh, real devotion/ You gotta stay true to the music/ Without no music it ain't no fans, without the fans it just seem useless
-Layzie Bone-Chorus-
Take your time (Girl understand) Let the rhythm get into you (Try to keep a plan)/ And if its fate then you will find, that everything that you was workin for and wishin for is comin to you/ You see I roll on double dueces and I rock a platinum chain/ But all the shit don't really mean nothin unless you focused on the game/ But see, I know you gon' do fine boo/ And girl you just so fine girl, goin all the way up the charts/ And girl you got my mind blowin.../ All the way up the charts, and girl you got my mind blowin...
-Blaze-
(Yo niggas. Tight shit. Uh huh. Keep it goin and real dawg) Thoed and thoed baskets/ And raised behind nine bars/ Them cops, we used to shake and bake/ Cookie jars like robots/ From frontpage and down the lane/ To cosy corner where I drown my fame/ Ask my QU Crew, Blazed been down for game since 89'/ And grindin for mine, so every local nickel and dime opens global doors to chisel your minds/ Cause perfect storms explode on contact/ And if ya picturin yellow brick roads, prepare for combat/ But where are snakes and rats? Cause dogs and cats equal swines with traps that'll try to redesign your raps/ And leave you scrappin for scraps, as the world turns/ They say hard heads never learn, on this wheel of fortune, approach with caution/ True survivors don't believe in, abortin their goals/ From 12 jewels to lost souls in the burbs/ Keep ya heads up as the parasites doubt ,ya heard?/ Don't be a product of American History X, with ya mouth on the curb/ Trues words will spark your reactions/ For all cultures, spit it out with a passion/ True carpets is the time to fashion/ The best off the top of written, don't rest cause the people never wanna see the sweats I drippin