(feat. Madam D, MC Eiht)



"I don't, I don't, I don't mind"



[Madam D]

I don't, I don't, I don't, I don', I don't mind



[60 Second Assassin]

I don't fuck with bitches, hos or scavs

I don't fuck with drugs, puff the 'erb, and I'm baaaaad

The game we play, I'm playin' for keeps

Cuz the only thing that comes is sleep, and a dream



[Prodigal Sunn]

Yo

A young thorough-bred escape from jail

Plans to get money instead

Paid my dues, used my head

Lose the feds, it be these streets that made me bled

Wise enough 'til the game remain

rhymes the same, many dead for the love of fame

drugs in veins, and loyal

Heart of a king help me maintain

Sustain, gain credit

Build like a city of ants

Stay pretty with the four nick-ey

Move swiftly through the black jungle

muscle, every-day hustle

Cherish the wisdom of my team, knowledge avoid trouble

And lord knows y'all, I paid the price

Sacrifice, gave advice, saved my life, I think it's twice

Move precise, remember momma cryin' the blues

Pop hustlin', we needed food, clothes, shoes, old news

Became extravagant to the ear

The same slang of the thang crystal-clear

You know why?



[Hook: Madam D]

People change, money exchange

It's not a game

Players in vain

Riches and fame

People change



[Hell Razah]

We grew up around coke-pushers

Dope fiends, lies and hookers

Locked in a jail where the cops put us

My grand-pops was a South-cooker

Turkey wings, cauli' greens

corn-bread, macaroni and cheese

On the corner dice games over liquor and weed

Thieves wait for you to win 

so they can stick you and leave

Blue-bird got tricks in his sleeve

City under siege

Shots get fired first, then they'll yell "Freeze!"

In apartment 2G, my moms was a father to me

Watchin' Good Times on the black and white TV

Five of us comin' up, I was probably three

Prophecies, jail or death was a promise to me

Mama said "don't be lazy son, ain't nothing for free

Money coming nowadays, it don't grow on a tree"



[Hook]



[MC Eiht]

O.G.s taught me the game in hard times

Late-night on the block, with nickles and dimes

Travel in your own circle of friends

and try to stack more paper before you start to spend

The life I seen, the hood is so mean

Like a real bad dream tryin' to pick up CREAM

Mama cryin' at night, but in the day she smiles

While her son in the streets tryin' to avoid the trials

Miles away, tryin' to bring paper home

Thinkin' maybe it could change one day

This Sun of a Man and Man I had a Sun

So we can walk high without biting his tongue, g-yeah



[Outro: 60 Second Assassin {Madam D harmonising} (Madam D)]

This is 60 Sec' Assassin, a.k.a Black Satin

Came up when times was hard

Where whoever made it in the hood, we'd take it

we would rob 'em tinted and go to his man

while tellin' him his man ain't shit

The weed game was in a smash

while we snort everything a brother had

Soon learned to make somethin' outta nothin'

I don't fuck with bitches, ho's or skags

I mean we had shit locked, within 20 different blocks

Not jus' talkin' 'bout silver plates

With no more to say, without feelin' the rest of my trade

it was my knowledge of myself that made me sane

I bet anyone who could show, kill or rob would take what was his

I came up hard

(Oh child things are gonna get easier)