I went from construction Timbs, to Ac's with rims Flippin mix tapes - to bitches feedin me grapes Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal That weed wanna make my ass wanna kill four people Fuck the game, gimme the chain and the Range My niggaz up to par, drop-top Jaguars Lock on you when you step in the car Lock-whole you when you step in the car That's the superstar status apparatus, more wins than Cassius Cease roll the hashes in the pocket with the 9 Roll up the whole dime, as my seats recline I want a presidential Roley, so I crush MC's to guacamole Makin Robin scream, "holy moley" Big Poppa, fuck a cape I'm that Paper Crusader Playin Sega in the wide body Blazer
I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastor So I see myself and I know, my own lord and master When your ass was born it was all on the own and When it's time to die you'll be all alone so Open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone and start takin care of your own, nigga Everybody's schemin with the nature of a sinner So I look inside myself to gather strength from the inner I gots to fight back against the powers that be Cause the powers that be be, tryin to fight me Standin at the crossroad but I wasn't by myself Some take the right and, some take the left But lo and behold, what do I see? In the distance, some resistance
It's that Funkadelic, funk Doctor Spock impale it Fuck the vest niggaz better start puttin on helmets I roam the streets where there's no peace, relax Funk comin in stacks, bullets comin from gats