its a catch 22
puff had these nikkaz early
was only able to sign one of them
went with craig mack over mobb deep
RIP -P
LOUD records was stacked with talent, it's where they belonged for sure.That's actually a great thing if you think about it
:pdahellclean:Did he die from a seizure or a heart attack?![]()
Had to run this back a few times on my way to work this morningI got my mind on the stick-up, now it's time to get paid
Thinking of ways to take loot already made
There's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid
Give me yours and get laid, give up the goods and get sprayed
I got lots of love, for my crew that is
No love for them other crews and rival kids
All them out-of-town nikkas know what time it is
And if they don't, they need to buy a watch, word up
Caught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurt up
While I be sipping gin straight in a plastic cup
On a park bench on 12th Street, my whole crew's famous
You tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless
First of all slow down, you on the wrong route
Let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about
The street life ain't nothing to play with
No jokes no games kid for years I been doing the same shyt
Just drinking liquor, doing bids, extorting crack heads
And sticking up the stick-up kids
Forever my favorite verse from P.![]()
He really rapped with a maturity beyond his yearsI got my mind on the stick-up, now it's time to get paid
Thinking of ways to take loot already made
There's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid
Give me yours and get laid, give up the goods and get sprayed
I got lots of love, for my crew that is
No love for them other crews and rival kids
All them out-of-town nikkas know what time it is
And if they don't, they need to buy a watch, word up
Caught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurt up
While I be sipping gin straight in a plastic cup
On a park bench on 12th Street, my whole crew's famous
You tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless
First of all slow down, you on the wrong route
Let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about
The street life ain't nothing to play with
No jokes no games kid for years I been doing the same shyt
Just drinking liquor, doing bids, extorting crack heads
And sticking up the stick-up kids
Forever my favorite verse from P.![]()
That's the thing breh.He really rapped with a maturity beyond his years
I got my mind on the stick-up, now it's time to get paid
Thinking of ways to take loot already made
There's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid
Give me yours and get laid, give up the goods and get sprayed
I got lots of love, for my crew that is
No love for them other crews and rival kids
All them out-of-town nikkas know what time it is
And if they don't, they need to buy a watch, word up
Caught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurt up
While I be sipping gin straight in a plastic cup
On a park bench on 12th Street, my whole crew's famous
You tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless
First of all slow down, you on the wrong route
Let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about
The street life ain't nothing to play with
No jokes no games kid for years I been doing the same shyt
Just drinking liquor, doing bids, extorting crack heads
And sticking up the stick-up kids
Forever my favorite verse from P.![]()