1987 I was all in watching my O-Gs out there ballin

Yes yes y'all it was on like a light switch

Niggas was getting rich, the game was getting thick

88-89, still was spectating soaking up game

Gettin laced and watchin all the playa-hatin

Right about now I'm on my own, 17 and grown

Time for me to get my motherfucking hustle on

1991 I hit the track for myself me and Andy

I was writing raps he was grinding on that candy

Tash was rhyming, it don't matter it was hell

To make a little mail, to make a lotta bail

Possession for sales was the case

Many caught em, hubba rock was the shit

That's why so many fiends bought em

Sprung off that ice cream

Living they life on the pipe dream

But we wasn't trippin

Had to be about our lean, right?

I stole the same fool's load almost every night

Just a part of the game carjacker

Out to get my money on the motherfucking factor, nigga



1991 my nigga Likky-Los took me to his rappin folks

On the north pole side of Valle-Jo

I left the cook-up got the hookup from my nigga Drizzze

Been on since 92 a nigga stay about his pizzzay

Hustler-Hatin-Hos be on the lookout for him when you see him

Hide up at the cookout act like you don't know him

Cause a young broad to me ain't nothin but a record sale

Young and so sprung but got a nigga makin hella mail

But don't get it twisted my game is a department

Poppin outta control gettin swoll fuckin movie stars

And it was on like that for the 92

But I never knew the dirty shit that a bitch'll do,

Set a nigga up for the jack-a-mack

Musta been a crack attack

Roll and slam me down like the motherfucking Shaq Attack

Gotta get this groupie back

Musta been that hootie mack

That would make this hoochie rap

Wanna get my money stacked

That's why you gets no love in fact

You could get a slug for that

Gone without no get it back

Yo this fucker's trying to jack

So you just a jack-a-ho

Niggas love to mack-a-ho

She could be a sack of hos but she ain't no factor though

Yeauh, bitch, ha ha



1995 this game's for all of y'all

While I'm back from the clink and I'm ballin y'all,

Young Ray, the nigga of the niggas want to be like me,

A G like me,

But they can't see me in the diggy-dark

I'm creepin' through the piggy-park

Undercover cop try to watch from a Skylark

Read him like a sex book, out to get an ex-crook

I left his ass shook, gone by the next look

You'll never get your jack on

Get to slip some crack on Ray and do me hard

Better dress warm

Cause I got several attourneys on my payroll

I hope you like the cold you'll be working at the North Pole

Huh, it's kind of simple when I pop like a pimple

Drink Hennesse not ripple and watch my money triple

At night I be kickin, up a tree stickin

Cause my tape's on hit like barbeque chicken

Got your girlfriend geekin,

Y'all ain't even speakin cause you heard

She was freakin with the Lynk last weekend

Ran through 92 mobbin' like a tractor

Stayed a G in 93 and 95 the motherfucking factor, nigga, yeauh





Nizine Fizour, yeah real that's Young Ray

They don't feel me though, whoooo-hooo

And that's real

Mac Mall!

Yiddo I'm still the factor baby

Even though your boy can't make it to LA on this one man

You know? But it's all good, wassup? ! Yeah!

Where them Lynk niggas at man?

You know? Ha ha ha ha, you a fool, aaaah,

Say that man, you know? Yeah

This one goes out the L-O-motherfucking-S

Who had me touchin down in 1991 in the V

And put your boy on the map like this here

This one's for you, baby boyeee