(feat. Rubbabandz)



[Rubbabandz]

Never say, never say

[gun shots, man screaming]

[maniacal laughing]

Never say



[Shyheim]

"Rugged hip-hop" [cut and scratched]

Right back at'cha fo' the '94, '95

Plus, you know I keeps it real

Rugged Child comin back at'cha

"Rugged hip-hop" [cut and scratched]

Tellin them how them girls be actin

But you ain't got nothin, you know?



I take it one day at a time cuz I'm immune to crime

I could be out there sellin crack, but I choose to rhyme

Sometimes, don't get me wrong, I had the temptation

But I never liked the thought of incarceration

The fast money comes in quick and girls ride your dick

For when you get locked down, they don't send you shit

Come on God, you know what happens on the regular

No pictures of letters cuz they fuckin the next nigga

You get upset and send out threats, you gonna break her neck

But it would be her main man that she's givin sex

That's why you never catch me fuckin with them dollar hoes

Because they come a dime a dozen when you clockin dough

You know?



[Chorus: Rubbabandz (Shyheim)]



For all my niggas on the streets (I licka shot)

For R makin phat beats (I licka shot)

For all my niggas doin time (I licka shot)

Me, cuz I always go for mine (I licka shot)



[Shyheim]

I'm on some new shit, I gotta make dough real fast

To build up the safe, cuz some cash gotta last

I don't know how long, but yo it's gonna be a while

I'm an only child, and I got a different style

Cuz my grandmoms taught me to be wise

Look out, and realize, that life flies by

like a morph' and my ego can never be soft

or I got some raw talent, that can really come off

And I can live mad lovely, in phat ass luxury

I a big lab, like the Gotti's used to have

But that ain't all I wanna achieve

I want my kids to be paid, when this world I leave

And that means from this generation

"on & on" to how long it go, like H2O

I wanna fulfill the dreams, that my granddad homes had

To have an enterprise with money comin in brown bags



[Chorus]



[Shyheim]

Yo, I remember back in the days, bein younger nigga

Me and my cousin Kane used to go to swerve on niggas

for 40 ounces, easy wide L's and Philly's

For the brothas on the ave. who be puffin illy

Leave me in dust and dust, meanin wet and wet

That up shit that him just splicin pet

But anyway I had a ball

Jettin through my project halls at night, til I got the call

for me to come upstairs and eat

and then rewind that selector, cuz tomorrow I'm back in the streets



[Chorus]



[Shyheim]

Yeah... I'm bouncin out like this

This joint right here goin out to my man June Lova

I licka shot to my man Killa Kane

I licka rest in peace shot to 2 Cent, S and Tone

I licka shot for my peeps, RNS with this phat ass beat

And I'm ghost like that