Resurrecting thread to honor da gawd.
First verse from Hustler.
I didn't fall from heaven, I rose from hell 
Bigboy, get bagged, he gon' hold my bail

It's like Attica '67 when they, closed the jail

Be careful, but promote yo'selves that's what they told me

Involved but unconcerned fukk beef when it dissolve it does not return

I don't leave, stagnate nor move off-beat

So discrete very rarely do I move on feet

I rough-ride twin rugers on the sides of my seats

Drive-by's, bodies left on both sides of the streets

I blacks out never blind by the size of the image

No disguise, homocide don't rely forensic

Homes's finished, scrambling caught in the scrimmage

12 shells ricocheting and it pours from the hemorrhage

Get the casket embalm and forget the b*stard for moving backwards

New York's number one draft pick
