Released on January 1, 1994

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[Verse 1]

One, two, three, and I don't stop

Comin' is the man with the motherfucking plan, got their ass running

Known and I'm prone to educate

When I speak to my folk, I set 'em straight

Now understand that I can't be the

One to perpetrate the gangsta fever

So I sit back and observe cause I'm kinda smart

Thinkin' brand new ways to my people's heart

Bounce on in a city where they shoot

Over anything from looks to loot

So many fools get lost in a shuffle, should I scuffle?

So many slippin' cause they egos got em trippin'

Now listen what I'm saying cause it's real

Black men dying nowadays got mass appeal

So you better recognize where I'm coming from

In a city where it's fashion to act dumb

Still stressin', still strivin'

Still coming real, still trying to survive when

Everybody got their motherfucking straps close

This one's going out to my dead foe

And the brothers in the pen

Cause I still got love and I'm never giving up

Cause we still struggling

I see we gotta get it together

Motherfuck what you heard before

I'm still coming with the...


[Verse 2]

Now how many fake gangsters drop when I pop

True facts for the blacks and you know it don't stop

Kickin' knowledge everyday when I bill

It's the man known forever coming real

Now, how many niggas gotta die before we see?

United we stand, divided there's misery

So I put my funk on your ass quick

Hope brothers get the message in the music

I be coming with the shit to let you know

I'ma let you know exactly what be going on for sure so we can grow

It's the same old bullshit everyday

Young niggas dying up, victims of the game

But as long as I'm living I keep giving facts

And as long as you listen I be bumpin' raps

That's real shit coming from a street soldier

Nigga, act like you know, for real