See everything is misunderstood
But you misinterpreted it
Peep the stealer if you don't know me
Slowly you be gin to hold me accountable
For criminal acts when I hustle
Brothers be on that cop snitchin' stuff
I'm strictly on that block
Spittin' stuff and for new jacks
Talkin' bout bustin' caps
Was perhaps convinced by smooth
I dismiss cruels like misdemeanors
Illmatic with baking soda
Been ringin' bells ever since
that keep me and my peoples flauntin'
Signed the deal, debt at the jail closed
Melrose, that rap is my place,
From public school, got the feedback
No tools, naturally packed
My little hustle turning to big ones
Little money turning to big fund s
Box cutters turning to big guns
My avenue stayed cluttered
with players and hustlers
From 82 to 88 plus my lady crew
Drop me kid, used to dress sloppy, kid
York, now they clock me, kid
copied the gear when they watched me, kid
Dior, now I'm in it to win it like
cause money made me violent
Mom sayin' I'm blessed with a talent
God, but I don't want my mother
I get out my bed and pray si lent
My mother weighs the goods, so I copy her
Me and my clique is so tight, we
kiss cheeks just like the mafia
I'm over top of ya, and in the industry when they mention me,
I mention ruckus cause I'm real
I'm only human, I'm only human, I'm only human,
I'm only human, I'm only human
Once in a while I threw the
mac up for those that act up
garden cause I felt for em
The reason is how I give it
Even if my everyday lifestyle
ain't nothing but a hustle
I drop jewels and stop fools
You got beef then throw your weapon up
I ease and squeeze at your melon,
no time for yelling, for selling
I became a second time felon,
the street life I was accustomed to
no more bells, no more jails
It takes a lot to admit your wrong doing,
representing that's what I'm on doing
Speaking the truth is what my songs doing,
the ill reason, the real reason
The ready aim cock is still reason
He was only keeping it black