When they say my time is up
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me, don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you, don't turn on me
[Verse 1]
December 9, '97 I told Jay I'm gonna blow
Failing's not an option
My son's turning one years old
I wrote a verse about the night I just spent in Central bookings
Cause my grandpa coffee pot had cocaine cookie
Fast forward my grind, 9-8-99 more eigths more O's
Broken in nickels and dimes
I told niggers I'd make it, they was doubting me then
Picture me zonin' on the park bench pushin' my pit
Who needs enemies my friends keep shootin' my friends
They takin' hits now, they'll blow your brains out for a biz
Call me a dreamer, cause I could see myself on top
Word to Sabrina I'm gettin' my ass off this block
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Ain't it funny how them niggers that came over want to pop on me
Product of the slum, I guess its misery loves company
Told mama when I be something to believe in
They was more concerned who was rollin' up the weed did
Jay & Jay didn't work, neither did Columbia
Got shot, got dropped, one helluva summer huh?
One year recovery feel like a bag of broken bones
Bill collectors come around thats when you know you're on your own
Strap the vest, cock the chrome, they countin' me out, I'mma show em
I fought my way out of mother fuckin' corners before
I'm better under pressure I'm built for it
Been the under dog all my life, I'm still here boy
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Em and Dre gave me a shot and I ran with it
Homie in the cell saying "damn, my man did it"
"Get Rich Or Die Trying" made it to the top
I'm fighting off my competition, trying not to drop
It seems like no one seen him f-ckin' with the key
All they see was me tryna take off their fuckin' head
They don't see the slap, all they hear is the shot
As soon as somebody hit
I'm sure they'll run to the cops
How am I a bully of the East
If I don't start no beef
I meet aggression with aggression
I learned that on the streets
I see em fronting on they blogs, sayin' I'm done
Like I ain't got that flow they know be number one
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me, don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you, don't turn on me
[Verse 1]
December 9, '97 I told Jay I'm gonna blow
Failing's not an option
My son's turning one years old
I wrote a verse about the night I just spent in Central bookings
Cause my grandpa coffee pot had cocaine cookie
Fast forward my grind, 9-8-99 more eigths more O's
Broken in nickels and dimes
I told niggers I'd make it, they was doubting me then
Picture me zonin' on the park bench pushin' my pit
Who needs enemies my friends keep shootin' my friends
They takin' hits now, they'll blow your brains out for a biz
Call me a dreamer, cause I could see myself on top
Word to Sabrina I'm gettin' my ass off this block
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Ain't it funny how them niggers that came over want to pop on me
Product of the slum, I guess its misery loves company
Told mama when I be something to believe in
They was more concerned who was rollin' up the weed did
Jay & Jay didn't work, neither did Columbia
Got shot, got dropped, one helluva summer huh?
One year recovery feel like a bag of broken bones
Bill collectors come around thats when you know you're on your own
Strap the vest, cock the chrome, they countin' me out, I'mma show em
I fought my way out of mother fuckin' corners before
I'm better under pressure I'm built for it
Been the under dog all my life, I'm still here boy
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Em and Dre gave me a shot and I ran with it
Homie in the cell saying "damn, my man did it"
"Get Rich Or Die Trying" made it to the top
I'm fighting off my competition, trying not to drop
It seems like no one seen him f-ckin' with the key
All they see was me tryna take off their fuckin' head
They don't see the slap, all they hear is the shot
As soon as somebody hit
I'm sure they'll run to the cops
How am I a bully of the East
If I don't start no beef
I meet aggression with aggression
I learned that on the streets
I see em fronting on they blogs, sayin' I'm done
Like I ain't got that flow they know be number one
( Nassim zerdani )
www.ChordsAZ.com