[Part I]nI mean um, I got years man, I go back, actuallynI-I-I just got back to these streets man, this is home to me thoughnY'mean, I was goin' for a while, ten years to be exactnI lost my lights in the streets, y'know but for these streets, me and my dudenWe got down and dirty for it, man, we did e'rythang, we took, nah'mean, to eat..nThat's what it's about when I was comin' up in the 80s', everybody tried to eat mannand my way livin' to eat, man I gurped in theses streetsnI grind, walked to these streets here, nah'mean?nn[Gift of Gab]nGot to get this breadnGot to get this dough, got to get these chipsnGot to get these whips, and fits and -nGot to get real mean, got to get real cleannGot to get these fiends a fixin'nOn a mission to get rich real quick use wit' no intermissionnGot to live big, gettin' the tip on them big {?}, so spendin' spendin'nAny witness get hit quick, this lick isn't never no kid shitnNot a picnic, flip bis-cuit/get rich, that's itnBig bills, just Ben's, no frills, just BenzesnSpendin' endless spendin' spreesnLimitless, BUILD IT UP TO THE MILLIONSnThen I can have things, like a new fly ringnand a new fly fling, I can do Irene, Darlene, Charlenenand Francine, even get inside Pam's jeans as clean as you ever did seenOn the scene doin' real big things, as I PIMP this simple SYSTEMnThen I hear si-rens, and I see high beamsnNow I am fly-in', but they're behind menNOW I'M ON ONE KNEE, AND THE DOPE'S ON MEnNOW MY HOPE'S GONE SEE AND I LOST MY FREEDOMnLOCKED UP, SEE YA!!nn[Part II]nn[Gift of Gab - Verse One]n..He was a young ladnOff of happiness and smiles, he was sprung badnWanted all the trendy classy number one fadsnIn a very short time, learned the rules of combatnLearned who was a punk, and who would have swung backnHow to take from the weak, especially when hung-raynWhile mama's workin' two jobs, and daddy's gone awaynand police be throwin' you vibes, even at a young agenand it was like he was livin' inside a cagenfrom the outside world, 'cause he just couldn't relaten..and then life really begannand trifeness was a giv-en when he graduatednnThe Fall [*echoes*]nn[Verse Two]n..So he hustledndoin' whatever just to get the bread and the mustardnStacked high, grew wit' some niggaz he trustednHe shouldn't have though, 'cause them same niggaz got him bustednAnd 'bout the same time he 'bout to get sent up, his -nEx-girl is like, I'm pregnant baby daddy - plus it's twinsnand when he goes to jail, he has companynin the form of fifty percent of the cats he grew up wit'nGets out, goes back, just like a puppetnCaught in a genocidal death trap of the governmentnThe don't rehabilitate, they just be lovin' itnWhen niggaz is in the pen, 'cause that's big money makin' to themnnThe Rise [*echoes*]nn[Verse Three]nFor some time he sat and ponderednTrapped in a cell filled with criminals and convictsnTime had arrived to confront the real conflictnLookin' within, not without, he got honestnStarted to read and acquire that self-knowledgenLearned he was royalty and didn't come from garbagenHow to embrace struggle and learn from his problemsnTrue wealth is health, family, and a higher conscious-nessnLearned most of what he was taught was nonsensenRead up on economics and how to start a businessnSelf-determination and dedication empowered himnSomethin' inside him told him only God could STOP himnNow he's out livin' what others said was impossiblenThought he would be another victim of ghetto obstaclesnThrough a concrete, a rosebud started to blossomnRemember change is really all that remains constant, yeah (*echoes*)