I Got to Have It

I stay hard like an erection

I'm burning, sucker, so wear protection

Now, who's next when Ed's flexin'?

I'm the bread and you are just a crumb off

Jerkin' your jimmy but you still can't come off

I'm from Roxbury, the 'Bury, but not the fruit, y'all

Don't make me act like where I come from 'cause it's brutal

Hold my bone in a zone that's neutral

Soon to be large, the whole nine yards, but I ain't souped, y'all

Suckers be swearin' that their starin' is gonna scare me

Look but don't touch, and if you do, be prepared, G

To go out, just like your first day off punishment

Da Bulldogs, Roxbury, and Boston is what I represent

The black united leaders living directly on grooving sounds

At first you didn't know us, but now it's like, "Yo, put me down"

We didn't get in here so you can get in with us

You wasn't down when we was riding the bus

So put on your Adidas and step off

I got to have it

I got to have it

I got to have it

I got to have it

I got to have it

No need for me to run away, brother, put the gun away

You wanna take my life away as if we were in combat

You can buy some new Adidas, but you can't buy my life back

Ayo, what's up with that? Why is it like that?

Let's stand together, y'all, and fight that inner race

To replace waste with a taste, just in case

You can't face the place that you've been put in

If you was my kid, for what you did you'd have a foot in

Right in your ass, another term's rectum

Kids are having kids, they're not parents so they let them

Do things that shouldn't be done

You're not a father 'cause you got a son, unless you're taking care of him

Crack is more contagious than rabies

Basehead broads are having basehead babies

Now how that sound? Not profound

Black people unite and let's all get down

I got to have it

I got to have it

I got to have it

I got to have it

I got to have it

I'm not like anyone else, and in your shoes I couldn't be in

The E and to the D and to the O, oh, yes, be G'in

Da Bulldogs got pull, dawgs, inciting we be seeing

I don't wanna stand on a corner, I'm emceeing

Call me a goody two-shoes who's in the right shoes, B

I don't have to pump jumps to clock G's

It's my turn to go and I got the right of way

You gotta fight your way to see another brighter day

But that's another subject, you like it or you love it

Jealous? You're jealous, no push but I'ma shove it

But regardless, when times are hardest

I cleaned off the dirt 'cause they needed a polish

When you're in like food in your stomach, they wanna stick with you

But when you're out like Elvis, they wanna dick you

But hey, that's okay, 'cause we kept on striving

And even when T lost his car, we kept on driving

You had your chance to advance, but you blew it

Now ask yourself this question, did you like the way I do it?

I got to have it

I got to have it

I got to have it

I got to have it

I got to have it