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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
Congress Alley
Congress Alley
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ty Fyffe
Ty Fyffe
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Billy Jackson
Billy Jackson
Songwriter
Eva Darby
Eva Darby
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Elliott
Don Elliott
Mixing Engineer
Ty Fyffe
Ty Fyffe
Producer
Raw Deal
Raw Deal
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh-huh
Blackhand Entertainment
Rock a Fella Records
In association with the streets
The Black Gangster
In conjunction
With everything official
Yeah
[Verse 2]
I ride through the ghetto
Windows down halfway
Halfway out of my mind
Music on nine blasting Donny Hathaway
Me and my **** spending half the day
Plotting how we gon get his math today without getting blast away
I wake up to the same problems after today
Life is harsh
**** got a right to spar
Right from the start they place me in the ghetto
Tender age of nine
My tender mind had to surrender to crime
Wouldn't wish this on nobody like the end of like mine
Ever since I was quite young a **** been in divine
Had to scratch for every plaque
Even rap ain't even all it's cracked up to be
**** don't stack up to me
Had to hustle in a world of trouble
Trapped in, claustrophobic
Only way out was rapping
America don't understand it
Demographics I tapped it
I'm the truest **** to do this ****
And anything else is foolish
Like those who stay high
Under God's grey skies
My lyrics is like the Bible
Made to save lives
In the midst of all your misery, ****, stay fly
Never let 'em see you frown
Even smile when you down
Shit, I floss on my off-days
Fuck what they all say
**** can't stop me with rumors
I'm too strong, all day
Socks explode and sweatpants pockets is bulging
Holding it down on the corner with my glock holding
My spot is golden
Drop the price of the coke and
Drove the competition out and let the dough flow in
The cops is closing in
I could do the time
But what's really on my mind
Ain't no hoes in the pen
I played the low and
Try to make it hard to find me
Feds still tryna build a case since '93
I told 'em, I'm retired but they like, whatever
You know them pigs don't want to see you get your life together
[Verse 3]
I'm stuck in this life forever
The more things change
The more they stay the same
Who am I to change the game?
You gotta move quick like heroin and cocaine
The blocks hotter than it's ever been
[Verse 4]
Once again
Hold the gun at eye level
I ain't afraid of conflict
I let the nine rip
****, say hi to the devil
I blind with the bezel
I'm in line with with the ghetto
What y'all **** afraid of
My mind or the metal?
**** tryna subtract my life
My mathematics is precise
I carry the nine
So fucking with me just ain't the answer
I just can't loose when I was young I was like Fresh
Poppa raised me with chess moves
And though your gone I'm not bitter
You let me prepared
We got he divided by the years but I got it from here
We sweat that
Sounds bump form Marcy to Lefrak
To that project in DC where my man caught his death at
Over my years I've seen Rooks get tooken by the Knight
Loose they crown by tryna defend a Queen
Checkmate, in four moves the Bobby Fischer of rap
With raw moves in a time where we all move
Let's face it, either your dough chasing or basing
Lacing, cranks got you feeling strong like mason
Careful, any infiltration I'm leaving ****
Leaking more than just information
[Verse 5]
I'm stuck in this life forever
The more things change
The more they stay the same
Who am I to change the game?
You gotta move quick like heroin and cocaine
The blocks hotter than it's ever been
[Verse 6]
Once again
I'm stuck in this life forever
The more things change
The more they stay the same
Who am I to change the game?
You gotta move quick like heroin and cocaine
The blocks hotter than it's ever been
[Verse 7]
Uh
Real shit
The Black Gangster
Blackhand Entertainment
Rock a Fella
Never interrupt this thing of ours
The Black Gangster
Jigga
Hova
Roll with me now
Written by: B. Jackson, E. Darby, Shawn Carter, Ty Fyffe, Tyrone Gregory Fyffe
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