A step by step booklet for you to get, your game on track, not your wig pushed back. It’s rules to this s***, I wrote me a manual. I’ve been in the game for years, it made me an animal. Birthdays was the worst days, now we sip champagne when we thirsty. Either you’re slinging crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot. Never trust nobody, your moms will set your ass up. You know that’s where everybody’s like, ‘Well it’s not all that. When you read magazines and you see everybody having fun, you think, ‘okay, that’s where I want to be.’ But once you get in it and you achieve the success that you want, it seems like that’s where the player hating starts. You never want anyone to know everything about you. People sometimes mistake sweetness for weakness. I’m a nice guy, but the fear keeps everybody on their toes. Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke I’m living everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle. We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us / No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us / Birthdays was the worst days / Now we sip champagne when we thirsty. Get my daughter this college plan, so she don’t need no man. Poppa been smooth since days of Underoos / Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who / Do something to us, talk go through us / Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us / Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff.Īs I leave my competition respirator style, climb the ladder to success escalator style. I wanted to get in the game and get the big house and the cars, and with the pool. Yes it's me, the B.I.G / Competition ripper ever since 13 / Used to steal clothes was considered a thief / Until I started hustlin' on Fulton Street / Makin' loot, knockin' boots on the regular / Pass the microphone I'm the perfect competitor. Learnto treat life to the best, put stress to rest. Sticks and stones may break bones, but the Gat will kill you quicker. What happens on that corner happens on every corner. Don’t be a fool and just sit back and do it because somebody else is doing it. Whatever you’re going to do, just do it for a reason. ‘Cause I’m a piece of s**t, it ain’t hard to f***in tell.
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