Yo, whassup, son?
Yo, man, you know what I mean? I need this money, man
Get up, out in these, in these streets, man
Yo, so what's the deal, god?
I'm sayin', what you need though?
Yo, let me have like, two or three, three g's, man
I'm sayin', I'm sayin' son, man
You know what happened last time, though?
I gotta do what I gotta do, man. I gotta eat, man
Whassup man? Oh, your baby momma stressin' you?
Way past the days of the deuce, me and you stays a crew
Only a few percent knew what me and you went through
We've been sent to dominate, these corny come-lates
And set this crooked rap shit straight, from Crenshaw to Castlegate
Like Pete and C.L., I reminisce over days
From the streets of Boston to New York, and all the ways
For certain niggaz to blow up, and crime paid
But my praise goes to the most high
'Cause some nights I got so wild, yo, I almost died
Some stuff I got into, really scarred my mental
Pops wasn't tryin' to hear it, 'cause of what he been through
Still, like my nigga, Havoc, said, sometimes you gott
Hit your crew off, so they can make some bread
'Cause no matter the weather, niggaz be needin' cheddar
And things in this world are more fucked up than ever
So let's make this bond, to keep this hip-hop strong
You a man, Baby Pop, you know right from wrong
So stay out of trouble, and that goes for me too
That's what we need to do, that's my advice to you
You remember what happened last time, when you got knocked
Doin' your thing, sewin' shit up on the block?
You need to stop, 'fore you get caught, again
Or you get shot, and I lose another friend
"Any man with the plan, is precise with his life
My advice to you, cut down on champagne and booze
For a nigga like me, most time that shit's bad news
It's like lightin' a fuse, whether it's sneakers or shoes
'Cause somebody always want to step up, to start a feud
It's like settin' it off, but not the movie
Plus let's get some real women, forget floozies and the groupies
'Cause they spell mad problems, from Watts to Harlem
And the bullshit won't stop, 'long as the world's revolvin'
And I recall when niggaz knew my pops had clout
But they didn't know my sorry-ass was gettin' kicked out
And they was seein' if I wanted to come bubble with them
And make my ends triple, and double, with them
And get in trouble with them, now memories of them
I wear 'em in my heart, like a emblem
I doubt we'd ever be bigtime sellin' dope, coke, or dust
It's killin us; let's take our people, and make a exodus
Annhilation, inhilation through the lungs
Or extermination, by the use of dirty guns
Triple beam dreams, and drug schemes of mad cream
'Could be a sad scene when you go to that extreme
"Any man with the plan is precise with his life
My advice, is to you
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"My Advice 2 You" as written by Christopher E Martin Keith Elam
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