(feat. Kon Artis (D12), Mudd (5 Ela), T-3 (Slum Village))
[Chorus 2X: Kon Artis] It's however, it's whatever you like If you that nigga tryna get ahead and you know you right I see the Henny and I guess it's aight Cause it ain't have the bars then take a step of your life
[T-3] Yeah I stepped out the background when my nigga Dilla left Didn't see the full picture, maybe just a rough sketch Didn't know the dude for real, they knew a silhouette Small portion who I was when I turned and looked back Had a few tools, had to learn to work that Plus they cut a nigga out, say I wasn't worth jack The trials of your man, I'm not complainin I'm sayin the truth y'all exactly how it's layin So when you see me don't think it was easy Things wasn't fair to me, your man T-Threezy I had to work to eat, I wasn't supposed to be I did a flow like boats on seas Now I'm the captain of my own destiny I stand at the edge of this shit, control my feats I rearrange things that could've remained bleak Cause you ain't doin the same, don't mean you should hate me
[Chorus]
[Mudd] Damn, it's hard hustlin with your crew when you the head of your troops and dudes don't wanna grow up Attitude is so what, nig's out here killin 'em Dude's draggin his feet, I ain't got time to deal with him Look at the time dime, how many years it's been since we moved back from Brooklyn? You lookin sorry dawg, pardon me I'm your mans, this ain't no diss But I don't see no good in you if you don't handle yo' biz Yo' angle is, is bored and stubborn Quick to say fuck whoever and still want somethin for nothin Streets talked about your loose lips, remember when Proof flipped Threw a cassette tape at you, you ain't do shit Exactly, I woulda been scrappin if that was me When the Feds came to swoop you turned your back on T I ain't sayin you snitch but your actions are smellin like fish You still smackin your bitch, too old to be actin like this Man chill
[Chorus]
[Proof] I ain't tryin to find no blame, or make excuses I figured y'all slept so long I'll wake the rooster I love hip-hop and just makin music In the "8 Mile" flick I was portrayed as Future On the set I was due, where's the rest of my crew for the movie, this is truly our destiny dude I'm like Shady is my team, maybe it's a dream It seems I'm bein choked like Radio Raheem P knew it when G-Unit all got deals Imagine a muscle have to hustle, that's why it feel I'm walkin out of different people office still This ain't a diss, this is just talkin real Toy soldier, wonderin how they coffin feel My homie put me on 'em but I got up off them pills Got a boss appeal, you can call me Malphie{?} But ask 'em all how where the fuck what they'd be without me - Proof
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[Chorus 2X: Kon Artis] It's however, it's whatever you like If you that nigga tryna get ahead and you know you right I see the Henny and I guess it's aight Cause it ain't have the bars then take a step of your life
[T-3] Yeah I stepped out the background when my nigga Dilla left Didn't see the full picture, maybe just a rough sketch Didn't know the dude for real, they knew a silhouette Small portion who I was when I turned and looked back Had a few tools, had to learn to work that Plus they cut a nigga out, say I wasn't worth jack The trials of your man, I'm not complainin I'm sayin the truth y'all exactly how it's layin So when you see me don't think it was easy Things wasn't fair to me, your man T-Threezy I had to work to eat, I wasn't supposed to be I did a flow like boats on seas Now I'm the captain of my own destiny I stand at the edge of this shit, control my feats I rearrange things that could've remained bleak Cause you ain't doin the same, don't mean you should hate me
[Chorus]
[Mudd] Damn, it's hard hustlin with your crew when you the head of your troops and dudes don't wanna grow up Attitude is so what, nig's out here killin 'em Dude's draggin his feet, I ain't got time to deal with him Look at the time dime, how many years it's been since we moved back from Brooklyn? You lookin sorry dawg, pardon me I'm your mans, this ain't no diss But I don't see no good in you if you don't handle yo' biz Yo' angle is, is bored and stubborn Quick to say fuck whoever and still want somethin for nothin Streets talked about your loose lips, remember when Proof flipped Threw a cassette tape at you, you ain't do shit Exactly, I woulda been scrappin if that was me When the Feds came to swoop you turned your back on T I ain't sayin you snitch but your actions are smellin like fish You still smackin your bitch, too old to be actin like this Man chill
[Chorus]
[Proof] I ain't tryin to find no blame, or make excuses I figured y'all slept so long I'll wake the rooster I love hip-hop and just makin music In the "8 Mile" flick I was portrayed as Future On the set I was due, where's the rest of my crew for the movie, this is truly our destiny dude I'm like Shady is my team, maybe it's a dream It seems I'm bein choked like Radio Raheem P knew it when G-Unit all got deals Imagine a muscle have to hustle, that's why it feel I'm walkin out of different people office still This ain't a diss, this is just talkin real Toy soldier, wonderin how they coffin feel My homie put me on 'em but I got up off them pills Got a boss appeal, you can call me Malphie{?} But ask 'em all how where the fuck what they'd be without me - Proof
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