My Song

This is my song, we party on and on and on til the mornin and noone can take it away,
This is my song, we pour liquor for our people that are gone and noone can take it away,

I bust a shot for my brother, two for my daughter,
Three for my people overseas gettin' slaughtered
I tried to go to Canada they stopped me at the border
Told me that my record and my papers aren't in order,
I said what?, I'm a performer,
No longer sellin' those drugs out on the corner,
But I do run down with more brothers than one end
And I live in a city and that's hot as a sauna
But I'm karma, and I have'nt been locked up in the longest,
So a heckler won't tell me or hinder my performance
My fingers have been shringed, but in Europe it's enurmous, so I do my song and I almost need no chorus
They cheer for us, they say so,
You got a dirty record so I you gotta go,
So I came back home hooked up arrival
Made a couple spiritual like... by you,
There my soul, I'm 33 years old, 23 years here rappin like Hov
12 years generating heat like stove
I came out with the fugees, started making moochie,
Starting going out with them dimes eating sushi,
Went back to polo, run back to Gucci,
Went back to talking to these girls that were booshi
They come three, four, dollar just like some muslis

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This is my song, we party on and on and on til the mornin and noone can take it away,
This is my song, we pour liquor for our people that are gone and noone can take it away,

Man I grew hard in Jersey nine years after the riots
The first time weed got passed to me I tried it
After that I chipped in to buy it, roll it up, fry it, then watch weird science,
Way before my crack was hittin in the stove
Before DB got clapped by Clinton and Grove
Rest in peace I'm in the staircase pinchin the O
Or experiment with drugs dipped in the stone,
... I'm fly without dro, like a pimp in his robe, pistol whippin his hoes,
You you catch me in the streets like a wino
Act up and I'm comin straight at you like a Rhino
Man my cocaine is white as albinos
I'm the main attraction you're a sideshow
And I'm hotter than a pyro in Cairo
When I melt the wax if you put me on a vinyl
Lift up, [bad word] back,.. me and my girl get marry we like Brangelina
And I make bomb music, my producers, jewish, just like John Stewart,
Run the streets from the Bronx to Newark,
Hit the clubs same jeans and a new shirt, if it's any beef, I let the tool jerk
Or you can get jump like Q-Burk.

Yeah, this is from my people locked down,
Just know you're still with us even though you not around,
Yeah, this is for my people in the street
Doin what they got to do, kids got to eat,
Yeah, this is from my people on they grind,
No more waitin in line, it's our time
This is dedicated to the people in the hood,
No matter what city you're from, it's all good.