(feat. Cold 187um & Kokane)



What's goin' on man

Yeah, motherfuckers wanna ask me how I got started

Well it's a long ass story, you know

Hella dates, times, hella names

Just a youngsta in tha game

Let me ask you a question though, potna



Tell me nigga have you ever watched your family starving

I been there at 6 in the morning when rollers barge in

I had to generations of your family hooked on ...

All this drama and still my cuddies keep fallin'

3 summers ago my older cousin' tried ballin'

And when tha judge got him a crooked jury he started falling

Slow down youngsta that's what my mother keep callin'

3 steps ahead of death I been that way since I was crawling

Late 89 Freaky D. fronted me a whole one

Only 13 cooked it up and then I sold some

Fetti came fast cause the story street was poppin'

Pushin' in Nikes and now I hit tha block knockin'

Crestside playa bending a corner in them Chevs

And let me get funky we rip the city in to shreds

Some say they livin' close to the edge, well I was raised there

Got my shit together, hit tha track and got paid there

And never did I stress of the jail termes

Some say it's filthy money but it's well earned

So why some tell you 'Just say no'

I'm gettin' vicious about my hustle steady opening doors



[Chorus:]

[Cold 187um & Kokane]

You got to go out there, and handle your business

Open them doors, handle yours, alright

Said it's allright, leanin' to the side

Pimpsters and gangsta lean

Baddest playa on the scene



3 years later still young in tha streets

Started writing playa raps still slangin' tha D

I came wit Crack The 40 and Pay This Pimp

First time I touched a microphone I knew I had this gift to uuuh

Make a million, stop coke dealing

So I got wit Mac Dre, we got paper to make

I did a 7 song EP

But it didn't get released 

Cause my cuddie was to hard for the fuckin' police

On the real it was a straight conspiracy

Feds set my potna up don't want the town hearing me

They got my folks in the system, thought I was washed

No record, no money, no hoes on the jock

And I was just so close

Got me thinkin' what the devil wanna do me for

So now I'm back to the track where I came from

Same soldier, same streets, up in tha same crumbs

Them wanna see a playa straight starving and broke

Instead of pimpin' and livin' and steady opening doors



[Chorus]



A year later it got a little greater

Me and Khayree now we're gettin' young playas together

Dropped Illegal Business had the V-Town sewed

We sold 200.000 + independent, hoe

Down with YBB but I had to do my own shit

Get full control or you be broke as fuckin' gone quik

But I knew it all started from Strictly

No matter what tha suckas do the game is still in me

Packed up my mackin' and my Crestside slang

Took some ...now it's tha youngsta running his thangs

And now a nigga got action went straight platinum

So when you buy this tape I'm the one that's doin' stackin'

Pulled them licks and had to slang lleyo

Now I'm in tha industry straight opening doors



[Chorus]



Yeah, yeah so I guess it all worked out you know what I'm saying

It all started from a dream from my nigga young Michael Robinson

Better know as The Mac

Shit went all through Mac Dre, Young Coolio you know what I'm saying

Indeed this shit is livin' through me

Young Mac ass Mall 1995 pimp or die