{*whispered*} Take a look around.. take a look around.. Take a look around.. take a look around.. [E-Vocalist] Yo, I had dreams but financially didn't have the means Wore dirty jeans and bought hot sneaks from dopefiends I know it's hard but three bucks (?) is real Out here gats kill sellin crack stackin money to chill And 57th in the summer's like a hand grenade Taps on that ass because my block stay paid I'm not afraid, after money's made I parlay Uptown burk after work at the arcade Addicted, to cash like kids to cotton candy And had many ways to slide papes to my (?) Even in high school my teachers knew the half Cause if I wasn't in class, I'm the restroom playin craps Keepin my game on tight like menstraul cramps Sellin twenty rocks for sixty knocks of food stamps But now I'm on the up, no time to live foul Concentrate on stayin straight, cause now I got a child All the while, King Tech, put it in effect Engineered it all the ears and produced by Fredwreck for a sec, use your mind to process the data My sound hits hard like a real Oakland Raider Never been a playa hater or a Phi Kappa Beta But if you, front on me now E-Vo' attack that ass later Until my dyin day I make papes and parlay I've traveled around the world but make my home in the Bay.. {*whispered*} Take a look around.. take a look around.. Take a look around.. take a look around.. [Chorus: repeat 2X] I know you know where I'm comin from brother You got to learn about yourself before you love another Don't be afraid of what hides in the shadows {"Leave your 9's at home and bring your skills to the battle" -> Jeru} [D-
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