Yo get a real job. Rappin doesn't pay the rent, I hate the studio cause that's where all my money went.
People afraid of criticism but I always put myself in a sacrificial position,they been know I ain't just rappin for fame
My mind's my 9, my pen's my Mac-10. My target? All you wack niggaz who started rappin'.
Rappin bout blunts and broads, Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars.
People always known me for rappin'. So I guess that maybe just hindered me, like "oh well, I mid-as-well go long term with it. "
A trapper but this rappin got me going places you'll never go!
As a matter of fact it wasn't until after BIG passed and stupid rumors went around that I had something to do with it, and it's like I'm not a killer man , I'm a musician, I'm a DJ we got like a different heart. Ya know back then when rappin' was fun, and we could immolate being gangstas; ya know Dr. Dre made the hardest gangsta rap records in the world, that didn't necessarily make him a gangsta. It was all like ya know : character, we were all in character.
