The Autobiography

(CT) It's about that time nigga
 (WC) For what?
 (CT) Redo this motherfucker look I found it nigga
 (WC) Ahh hell naw nigga!
 (CT) Sheyitt
 Now here we go, y'all gotta play this
 Due to you bitch-ass niggaz I'ma maze this
 rearranged funk and refreak the track
 The Godfather of Underground Rap is back
 Banged out the game as I ride with the Benji's
 Fuck off the hook, nigga I'm off the fuckin hinges
 No gimmicks, just a crew of driveby shooters
 Coupe de Ville swoopers, looters and Stax loopers
 I started off way back sick with a mentality
 Wicked got down kickin it with the Syndicate
 Just a lil' nigga seein ways to get paid
 Levi cordueroy saggin with french braids
 No overnight success, no tinted windows
 No limos, just a hungry nigga doin demos
 The year eighty-eight, the group was Low Pro
 When niggaz used to swerve on Lincoln's and Vogues
 Loc these niggaz ain't knowin about payin no dues, the shit I done been through
 Gone through, put through, was bruised too so it's time to school these foes
 Looka there, as I walk the rugged road of the path
 I gets flashbacks, and thrash mash, enemies in my path
 Hustler turn your page to nineteen eighty-nine
 When a young nigga first signed the dotted line, I was
 bang bang, boogie with the music
 Took the old funk track, and relooped it
 Dropped "Payin Dues" for a small amount of cheddar
 The name of the LP was "We In This Together"
 *beeper sounds repeatedly*
 (CT) Awww shit, what the fuck why you sto
 (WC) Man this motherfuckin pager keep goin off
 Look I'm tired of these bitches!
 (CT) Youse a cold nigga!
 *DJ scratches* "Noooo shit!"