See what I mean black? I gets the paper")

 Microphone thugs flip keys and shit
 Remember the 80's when niggas was acting crazy?
 The mean streets raised me
 I used to live dangerously
 Admist crack selling armed dangerous felons
 Plus murderers  drug spot burglars
 Niggas doing anything to acquire that paper
 Live the life of crime but got saved by the rhyme
 Peace to all my niggas doing time on top of time
 Plus the ones gunned down in their prime
 I made it this far because of divine design
 Diamond chains the sun still outshines
 I get you drunk off my drink like that champaigne wine
 As long as there's breath left, I father the fatherless
 If shit was real Brooklyn would snatch that chain off your chest
 Don't fess, we know why you rock that vest
 Hard on records, but really pussy, check it