[Verse One] It started with four of us Me, Man, Warren and Bus Labels wasn't linin' up, nobody was signin' us Fuck 'em Not a problem, got a lot of grind in us To validate the talent that these cowards couldn't find in us Didn't think twice when the game wasn't kind to us Knew deep inside we was as nice as Mr. Rogers was But hard to reconcile what my life was on Uninspired by my job and tired of ridin' the bus Couldn't find the time to write so inside I would cuss Then later that night the MPC got fired up Make tapes then place 'em, somebody buy 'em up Make a name and visualize us climbin' up The rhymes much more than words thrown together It personifies guys tryin' to grow together Against all odds like they didn't know no better Some let go, other holdin' on forever But it seems so far away Especially when you wanna have it all today So the kids can have a yard to play And we ain't gotta grind till we old and gray Since he was a kid he would dream big Now those dreams he had don't seem big Cause he appreciate how real the dream is And how much of his dream he's lived
[Verse Two] This is his true life story The rhyme glory, the shoebox money Dudes who remove all due props from me You can do what you wanna do if you got enough money With chicks you only stick if you not ugly That give ends to his friends, try to fuck 'em At his house unannounced try to bug him On the scrotum, but on the totem ain't nothin' above him Beyond your palms, y'all can't touch him Your bars is off, your car plans stunted Your arm is small, y'all don't want it His army's small, but on some 300 We can re-run it But the good times keep comin' Streets buzzin' like a 100 honey bees hummin' Naw cousin None of your beats bumpin' You're weak and borin' like the sight of Yao Ming dunkin' Another weak sucker, bitin' his steez, frontin' But he paralyze parasites and leave 'em buggin' You ain't even from the streets cousin If so you know he never been terrorized by mean muggin' He don't believe somethin', until he sees somethin' He told moms he would grow up and be somethin' So she ain't gotta see her seed strugglin' So stop it right now is your side of the di-scussion
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[Verse One] It started with four of us Me, Man, Warren and Bus Labels wasn't linin' up, nobody was signin' us Fuck 'em Not a problem, got a lot of grind in us To validate the talent that these cowards couldn't find in us Didn't think twice when the game wasn't kind to us Knew deep inside we was as nice as Mr. Rogers was But hard to reconcile what my life was on Uninspired by my job and tired of ridin' the bus Couldn't find the time to write so inside I would cuss Then later that night the MPC got fired up Make tapes then place 'em, somebody buy 'em up Make a name and visualize us climbin' up The rhymes much more than words thrown together It personifies guys tryin' to grow together Against all odds like they didn't know no better Some let go, other holdin' on forever But it seems so far away Especially when you wanna have it all today So the kids can have a yard to play And we ain't gotta grind till we old and gray Since he was a kid he would dream big Now those dreams he had don't seem big Cause he appreciate how real the dream is And how much of his dream he's lived
[Verse Two] This is his true life story The rhyme glory, the shoebox money Dudes who remove all due props from me You can do what you wanna do if you got enough money With chicks you only stick if you not ugly That give ends to his friends, try to fuck 'em At his house unannounced try to bug him On the scrotum, but on the totem ain't nothin' above him Beyond your palms, y'all can't touch him Your bars is off, your car plans stunted Your arm is small, y'all don't want it His army's small, but on some 300 We can re-run it But the good times keep comin' Streets buzzin' like a 100 honey bees hummin' Naw cousin None of your beats bumpin' You're weak and borin' like the sight of Yao Ming dunkin' Another weak sucker, bitin' his steez, frontin' But he paralyze parasites and leave 'em buggin' You ain't even from the streets cousin If so you know he never been terrorized by mean muggin' He don't believe somethin', until he sees somethin' He told moms he would grow up and be somethin' So she ain't gotta see her seed strugglin' So stop it right now is your side of the di-scussion
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