What was the weather on the day I was born? Was it sunny, muggy or foggy was it ready to storm It was torn, the taught us to go and shoot for the sky It’s the chi the only place where the sun and moon would collide Views would collide, words is thrown, shooters will ride The real ones dead or in locked up ‘cuz you can choose ya demise Pac said it best feed a man just to views from ya eyes The whole world is Judas disguised The city stay heated How could Philly trust one soul on this earth even Judas betrayed Jesus Greed was the main reason — Via money and temptation You ain’t got ‘A’ then everyday is teasing I saw a man bleeding, struggling fighting for life The light from Christ he sure as hell seen it They whole fam was grieving — to live and die a moment in time The art of life what’s the grand design? HOOK I GOT MORE BUT WANT PLENTY NOW… I GOT MORE BUT WANT PLENTY NOW… I GOT MORE BUT WANT PLENTY NOW… I GOT MORE BUT WANT PLENTY NOW, MONEY THEY GOTTA GIVE US NOW PASSION IS ALL I HAD ITS THE MAIN REASON YOU SEE ME NOW I got more but want plenty now— Money they gotta give me now Passion is all I had it’s the main reason you hear me now I worked my ass off to get in these shoes I blast off you a kill to see these views I took more L’s than W’s People claiming the they fuck with you All the Time it’s fake love for you coming from right in front of you First they love then they hate you again Just to love you one more time it’s just the way that it is This the life pamphlet, God, Wisdom & Understanding And if you live with the prayer the serenity is granted I’m damaged, the trauma by way of the eyes It’s the chi the theme song is always Staying Alive It’s the place where everybody starve, but everybody eats Everybody rob, and everybody cheat It’s Bedlam in the street— cuz everybody digging for love It’s buried below hidden underneath — the grand design HOOK I GOT MORE BUT WANT PLENTY NOW… I GOT MORE BUT WANT PLENTY NOW… I GOT MORE BUT WANT PLENTY NOW… I GOT MORE BUT WANT PLENTY NOW, MONEY THEY GOTTA GIVE US NOW PASSION IS ALL I HAD ITS THE MAIN REASON YOU SEE ME NOW

This that old dusty coulombo pocket full of jumbo The crabmeat is fresh, every shrimp gumbo Ya arms short and you punch slow you can’t rumble High supreme level of spittas Im amoungst those Over me the fam gets gung-ho the challace made of gold No wine I sit the rum slow I’m here now chi nigga tilt the crown to the right soon as I enter the function you hear a drumroll This bang you love Philly right I ain’t talking Lee Marvo when the trunk blow Biggie Flow, where I’m from the lights get crazy as the motherfucking Henny Poe I swear I’m not a killa but it’s in me though (cruising) Shooters in the hemi let the semi blow (movin) They kill and put tha body on the Vimeo (movin) For capitalism they let the city go Place a hold I take pebble and I made it gold dump in the rain the thunder bang and then stain his clothes Cops came on the block and made it froze we black— to be a nigga is a crime is what they supposed The case is closed ‘cus the case is cold Where I’m from you the man if you turn the block into Trader Joe’s Fiends organically pay for blows In the hood since we were born we were stepping on satans toes Every stroke of the pen I’ll save a soul I know what’s it like to be counted out with tainted goals Friend or foe the game is sold And niggas score in the field every day without a change of clothes If you the best imma change the mold And never trust a talkative man he’s real quick to change the mold I love the kids heart made of gold And Philly walk on any track with swagger just like I made the pros

Searching for a better meaning I need life the way you give it to me The way of the world it gave this whole vision to me Eat veggies feed the babies God came and took me John Marshall 01’ never playing hooky The best, Philly was movin’ through the PM Half moon 7/11 fiends I seen em’ Pops in the BM, 7-4-5 live Doing 80 up the J as I watch the world glide suicide, move aside police lights dancing Cicero’s jammin’ for that filthy romancing Ambulances, it’s bloody murder on the boulevards The feds came at 4 a.m. for ni%as movin’ hard Mothers walking over junkies with babies it’s ugly They killed Washington to move in Daley, it’s crazy Every corner hot as hades It’s on incentive to everything and that’s fuck you pay me When the street lights come on Anything can happen in the city that we call home Trying to dodge the reaper reap the benefits and income City still tipping tip the scales praying freedom is the outcome When the street lights come on Anything can happen in the city that we come from This is for ni%as fighting bids trying to come home Sitting on appeals tipping scales praying freedom is the outcome When the street lights come on… When the street lights come on… It’s all about catching the feeling the 7’s is building I’m running like my life depended on it Philly be next to a million it’s precious, take my daughter from the way that I’m living the blessings, teach her the hustle take her straight through the ceiling Then boom, who knows I can be gone pretty soon A tycoon the gems I’ll leave will take her straight through the moon The city life, I swear this sh*t will eat you alive You can get a double masters what it teach you at 5 Street-ology, Gee-ology the ideology is Philly meets Socrates I swear they need to honor me We suppress bad feelings via the gonja leaf I’m comfortable where the hookers, h*es, killers and monsters be The nighttime smell it in the air Stick up kids lurking pull the burner never stare Welfare, SNAP benefits, child support & free cheese Stand on your feet & never your knees

Everything is Magic, black passion filled with fabrics Cut from a cloth of kings raised in madness Taxes divide the city put em in brackets Fight for ten decades never bury the hatchet Ni%as is ratchet b*tches is ratchet Kids would mirror the parent so it’s a distraction up in classes Childhood was the fastest kids to a gun was a magnet Imagine if you was in that casket You couldn’t fathom, 15 with 16 fragments to your blackness Your block full of sadness Racism hidden through the badges Guns in packages, delivered to the youth now they savages God’s gift, blasphemous It’s money in crime so you get they ass to kiss I was born in it too we ain’t ask for this Everything is gone hustle to my casket dip It’s Magic! Wala, the good times are… the good times are gone MAGIC Wala, your family is here… your family is gone MAGIC Wala, the mula is here… the mula is gone MAGIC It’s like one minute you here and the next minute you disappear up in that box just like MAGIC I never seen em’ pull a rabbit out a hat But I seen em pull out a semi automatic out the back I’m focused I see the roaches they be traveling with rats I mean, look what they did to cousin Harold with the strap See it’s vicious in the slum Mothers call the girls b*tches when they young Lil kids puttin swishers in they lungs Come and visit where I’m from This the place where the bitterness begun All these clouds can’t benefit the sun Being broke is nothing new shit I woke up in a zoo They say the world is ‘bout to end and I’m just soaking up the view Ni%a open up to who? The kids barely got parents but they got a couple guns They might be loading up for you Let me tell you ’bout the gutta we live It ain’t no way it’s safe enough for having mothers and kids Ain’t no fathers in the house and ain’t no grub in the fridge And ain’t shit gon change it always was what it is It’s Magic! Wala, the good times are… the good times are gone MAGIC Wala, your family is here… your family is gone MAGIC Wala, the mula is here… the mula is gone MAGIC It’s like one minute you here and the next minute you disappear up in that box just like MAGIC

They say Philly Last of a dying breed I achieve them notice the haters blocking then I Impede I’m the man in the city where I sleep Philly Q—Now I got the Juice homie no Hi-C I study discipline a master Tai che Food from overseas, exotic teas that’s Guianese This Primitime grindtime Prime D Running with the peace through the field Do it with high with high knees High stepping I’m super locked with my brethren Where I’m from we ride dirty and hide weapons Smoke weed we side hustle for side blessings Put ya money behind the babies those are high investments This the feeling of hip hop in dirty basements The first skyhook Kareem made with a statement This is Raw ignorance without pardon The shit that make ya head bounce the (HOOK) This is JAY Z all black, DOA The unapologetic shit you get from Kanye Easy E, NWA Shouting f**k the police in a Sox hat with a stoned face I should spit this with Chuck D’s cadence When Flav had his hat cocked right and clock shaking 12 is a joke they trackin’ every word Philly spoke and held it close This is Satan’s Angel vs the Holy Ghost Or that ni%a in all black creeping up with the toast Man down, bloodshed the gun go boom Thunderous, the sight and sound stuns the room Who wants it? Y’all ni%as got obese when I couldn’t eat I was selfless I got mine and cooked a feast This is when conscious meets street We need to push the real until the sh*t is obsolete

Go when I spit the whole city cold as a b*tch Frozen, affiliation get you caught in the mix Golden, you cinco’n or you roll with the six On my momma they’ll kill you is you pose in this b*tch Watch how you posing in pics and watch who you pose in it wit They either loyal or exposing the blitz You a lic if you floss to much and hold bricks Pouring liquor to the dead you’ll lose a whole fif’ Gallons, bodies is piling by the thousand The average gun here comes with a lot of mileage Shorty said his gun was only 9 so it’s childish I need the real reason why they knocked down housing (What’s the reason?) Or is it still a project? And if you ain’t tough in the mind this city hard to digest This the city of deceit and the haters And ever block into it like teachers and the mayors Chi-Town (HOOK) It’s a blessing every day to the see the sun Momma never see her son Before he graduated he’ll see a gun And everybody’s hustling tryna see the funds And you better do some budgeting if you see a run The streets don’t love nobody up in the city The county jail’s infested inmates is gritty Buss down hoes sip Remy Back in the 90’s every chief wore Pelle’s and Buck 50’s Today it’s ‘bout a page fuck knowin’ ya lit He put his homie in the grave for a 4 and a split Robbery, home invasion ain’t this city amazing? blazin’ Even 12 covered up murda cases Racist, segregation, classism A chick will set you up and still give you mad rhythm Have a ni%a thinking that she get a bag with him But her real ni%a on the way gun and mask with him Duct tape, this whole city got drama In ‘08 saw killa’s march with Obama This the city of deceit and the haters And ever block into it like teachers and the mayors (HOOK)

I be on numerous flights to Vegas 4 finger rings on the hands I throw the dice with for papers Shorty steady eyeing me I sent her a drink Call her over blow on the dice it’s all on a hard 4 It’s money to burn and doe I hustled hard for Risked chilling in the yard for So I shake em up and let the craps bank Two deuces Body guards on me yeah them two shooters Shay playing blackjack, Duke on the other end of me And not to mention we in high rollers Cigar smoking money bag toting throwing hundred dollar chips out in the open Watching the crowd throw a frenzy Shorty whispered in my ear take me to your room put it in me Enough with the dice I put on a show Now she tuggin’ on my arm “let’s go”, yeah for sho Headed out the spot Me and my accomplice gripping on shit loads of money that I accomplished I see Boz and Dee they goin in laughing like Damn he with another h*e again Peace signs Peace signs what I’m throwing up Shouting out “I would’ve stayed if I knew y’all was showing up” Now I’m headed to the spot back to Mandalay Bay where I’m staying at for my short stay Tipped my security I’m good from here You see this thick ass chick, I’m good from here Now we hit the room, plenty of humping and bumping over loud Teddy P she like “damn I hear something” I said “maybe it’s room service” I hop out the cooch, threw on a robe and quickly shut the curtains I walked to the door, the burner in my hands… It looks like I’m in a jam Now as I open the door the shots fly I react quick to this shit so I’m so glad I cocked mine He followed me stumbling, I fell back gunnin’ Shots riddled him he face flat on his stomach I got the chick and my belongings hit the door Leaving the room full of couch feathers and gun smoke Now right after we hit the hall The elevator opens hoppin’ off is two killers where’s my dawgs I’m seeing through the fog These ni%as trying to come up quick Poke me & the chick and take it all Now the stairs is the option Got there couldn’t go down because it’s two dudes coming up poppin’ Now it’s four killas on my back a mill I got a half of that I’m trapped on top of the roof and ain’t no turning back I ran to the edge the b*tch yelled “STOP” Turned around she was with them ni%as my jaws dropped Now we all on top Everybody in fatigue If they shoot me off this ledge it’s operation incomplete Now the chick’s like “hand over the cheese” Calling my bluff like “if you make one move we gon squeeze” But I die on my feet and not my knees Looked to the strip and everybody’s pointing up at me So I turned back around laughed all in their faces Unzipped the bag and poured the money over Vegas Shots filled me, got me falling through the papers Now we call crapped out and ain’t nobody get nathan!

I’m hearing no evil seeing no evil I’m daring the devil Evel Knievel The life you living ain’t feasible, shiiit the love is only seasonal Even Al Capone bussed a bullet on valentines We trained to run that race until we outta time The diabolical Rhymes signed the dotted lines The rap game is Waco & Columbine, Combined what’s a a man w/o a spine? The clouds severed the skies so the biggest Star could shine In the mind, ya arch enemy new status imperial Killers come serial, guns no serial man looked at God wit a gun and said I ain’t fearing Dude We floating like a family on a innatube Into America where the love is minuscule False history, no religion up in the school Life is one big interlude, The intro is birth & the outro is in the tomb Identities doomed face full of metallic feature’s Who carry flags like Confederate Rally Leaders Blooding or Crippin’ Roscoes & Rally’s eaters The streets is money Muhfukkas tally the meters The blood sinks in the mud it’s truly heartless That gang shit is deep as the memoirs of Judy Garland You Chris Farley I’m Marcus Garvey, but starving ..I’m heartless, what’s an earthling to a mad Marxian Stop Kony and his LRA the Hecklar spray in his face for putting babies in the coffin Fundamentalist praising Philly for how he pen a script The city numb like crack when a beginner hit The bigger the bait, the bigger the fish would get We need more black men to turn Benedict Shorties do a hit, empty clips guns with bodies numbers like a pager within the hip Hell, how could we live in this? I’m calling out to God in the land of the spiritless I’m calling out to God blindfolding and visionless I’m calling out for God where the good don’t benefit It’s been a hit, black men raised, abused, traumatized and grazed I was born with a foot in the grave This is Ralph Ellison, meet Spike Lee The odds don’t like me, I write like Mumia from a cage The body held in bondage but the brain is unfazed I made it outta hell unscathed Raged, strolling through “The K” dark times high as the Burj Khalifa Where black mothers look to heaven but world birth a reaper The body’s a shield fighting battles the mind is seized An unpleasant sight to see World War Me…

You either from the projects or row house concepts—It’s complex, everybody’s urgent like they move wit a bomb threat Unless you walk with the faith of knowing that God bless Lil boys grow up with anger see’n they Pa rest Pyrex pot flex hoes go for the car test Get that mighty dolla now everybody get hard pressed arm stretch faith on the ropes hope that god bless Drive-bye’s lift from the side nigga no arm rest A baby hit, they filmed the spit— no contest If you caught, we taught to act brand new, we Rhymefest 17 with 30 on his watch he got his time set Stay alive, and get plenty paper that be the Mindset Ghetto babies dreaming high as the mind could get Dope fiends is smoking getting high as the sky could get Everybody’s eloping with whatever their vices is We love it though we know where the crisis is Ghetto Babies Vacant lots liquor store & churches … we all know what our worth is Ghetto Babies Drug dealing, weed smoke, prostitution The hood is heavily polluted We Ghetto Babies I was told get a wicked ass jump shot Or go & serve that crack rock We some Ghetto Babies This all the ghetto boys & ghetto girls We run the motherfucking world! The block is hot we need a summer breeze Water from the fire hydrant on the streets trying to make a ghetto beach Everybody shallow it’s deep Streets go to war with streets the environment unique But when you raising Kanan You wouldn’t last boy-scouts Damon Wayans Grandma’s reading Ephesians to scare the demons As kids we ain’t play He-Man we played the weed man They call ambition a pipe dream Ain’t too many ni%a alive that birth year start with 19 I’m a ghetto baby myself, it’s the hand I was dealt My shoes used to curl up in the front like an elf The boy momma love came with a needle and a belt I forgave her to get rid of the guilt We needed help, my dad was there, Bills we had to share That was the cross we had to bare I was dancing on work like Fred Astaire Bearin’ arms like a cub, rocs the size of air buds Reminiscing til I tear up In the ghetto, they don’t hear us Vacant lots liquor store and churches … we all know what our worth is Ghetto Babies Drug dealing, weed smoke, prostitution The hood is heavily polluted We Ghetto Babies I was told get a wicked ass jump shot Or go & serve that crack rock We some Ghetto Babies This all the ghetto boys & ghetto girls We run the motherfucking world!

he was a Vietnam veteran facing the trauma that living life brings He used to be dressed well with nice things The hood a sell you pipe dreams But the country would sell you more than you can ever think life bring he’s in love with the night scene The street lights is broken the weak pray the moonlight gleams He can’t sleep his veins is on fire that heroin make man ‘em ice skate on kite strings Put the fire to the spoon & watch it sizzle Now he’s close to seeing what the other side of the light brings Heaven on earth for what’s it’s worth Ever dose is full of bliss but he’s chasing the first He stay gone, plagued by America’s wrongs premonitions are War written, it’s gory & cold He’s committed to the weakness — A victim of the temptation He wanna run from the past he can’t shake it TELL ME WHAT YO VICE IS… TELL ME WHAT YO VICE IS… TELL ME WHAT YO VICE IS… I can’t eat, can’t sleep, I’m stuck in a zone it feels good but I know that it’s wrong The fire & desire’s in his eyes, he lust for every woman but his bride He can’t sleep so late night drives In search of thick thighes for his passenger side Nice ride, & the tint was on 75 What is kama sutra? you see a woman the thought would seduce ya It’s like a battle of Don Juan and Medusa His Pops is a User so the mom won’t stay Try to keep ya home afloat like Ganvie So he move under the same moonlight a Dad do Swanky hotel room, side bitches tattoos It’s square biz so she know he don’t need ha Before sex he sat his ring on top of the speaking He saw his momma carry trauma for a load of his life Like his daddy he threw the same trauma onto his wife Cuz He’s committed to the weakness — A victim of the temptation He wanna run from the past he can’t shake it TELL ME WHAT YO VICE IS… TELL ME WHAT YO VICE IS… TELL ME WHAT YO VICE IS… I can’t eat, can’t sleep, I’m stuck in a zone it’s feels good but I know that it’s wrong

My God I’ve transcended I’ll take a rapper career it starts at the ended It’s all finished, this industry nothing but frauds in it They all know Philly is authentic In my city ni% ride car tinted with a broad in it Fully loaded nina ross in Look, man these dudes all gimmicks See em’ in the streets and they move all timid Y’all let these record labels choose y’all image Internet gangsta’s movin’ y’all fingers Hands high run the jewels and the wrist watch Keep the phones, Facebook, tic toks I will never play the game of popularity I’ll always keep it a bean with ni%as for the clarity This rap sh*t a layup and it’s charity But on the contrary it’s therapy for me Y’all ain’t seeing my vision Rap to send more kids to schools than prison Get with a crew that share ya views on a mission now you work hard ya sh*t goin ya crew’s winning Don Perignon’n, crews blast Philly to the morning these weak ni%as a keep crews yawning I had a talk with my dude in the state pen he told me through the music Build boys, make men That’s why you gotta go and make em feel it from the trunk Gotta honor Percy Miller from the jump ‘94 Master P The plan was to get it from the jump So I had to l get it from the jump Head nod make say UGHHHH Master P kill it from the trunk The plan was to get it from the jump So I had to l get it from the jump Head nod make say UGHHHH Master P kill it from the trunk Kill it from the trunk, gotta give ‘em what they want Gotta get up out the slump not depending on no luck Even in the winter months men and women living rough No limit from the jump since living in the 601 Broads been wanting my ice cream since Master P Not talking about no yay when I say I’ll hit you with that ghetto D Have you ever dreamed heavily from necessity? Every step is scary but therapy coincidentally Steadily, will I be chasing treasure at 70, Regretfully? Guess we’ll see in the end like a Cherokee Mogs tried to take my bike off Madison and Laramie I had one in the head lock the other was catching hands and feet Thanked the lord for blessing me and protecting me Since I was a youngin why everybody try testing me Especially, I’m not here to make enemies Pass me the green I need some weed with my Hennessy Got enough memories to flip a documentary Soundtrack to my life is just a ghetto symphony Master P 94, all white baggy girbauds Don’t you wait for nobody we had to get it on our own The plan was to get it from the jump Independent, did it like I’m Percy Miller with the trunk How I’m living this is head on collision with the trunk What you looking for I give what you want The plan was to get it from the jump So I had to l get it from the jump Head nod make say UGHHHH Master P kill it from the trunk The plan was to get it from the jump So I had to l get it from the jump Head nod make say UGHHHH Master P kill it from the trunk