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I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive Had second hands, moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way, I begin to G off was drug loot And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one And that one, pullin' out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend Started smokin' woolas at sixteen And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed, for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin' keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's Yo n****a respect mine, or here go the TEC-9 Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all It's been twenty-two long hard years, I'm still strugglin' Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival I peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M. Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not The court played me short, now I face incarceration Pacin' going upstate's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough But as the world turns I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base Smokin' bones in the staircase Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth? Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth Who explained working hard may help you maintain To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear Neglected, for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hectic Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all
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X gon' give it to ya (what?) Fuck waiting for you to get it on your own, X gon' deliver to ya (uh) Knock knock, open up the door, it's real With the non-stop, pop-pop of stainless steel Go hard, getting busy wit it But I got such a good heart That I'll make the motherfucker wonder if he did it Damn right, and I'll do it again (yeah) 'Cause I am right so I gots to win Break bread with the enemy (what?) But no matter how many cats I break bread with I'll break who you sendin' me (yeah) You motherfuckers never wanted nothing (uh, what?) But your life saved, bitch, and that's on a light day I'm getting down, down like a n***a said, "Freeze" (uh) But won't be the one ending up on his knees Bitch please, if the only thing you cats did (come on) Was came out to play, stay out my way, motherfucker First we gonna rock, then we gonna roll Then we let it pop, go, let it go (what?) X gon' give it to ya (uh), he gon' give it to ya X gon' give it to ya, he gon' give it to ya First we gonna rock, then we gonna roll Then we let it pop, go, let it go X gon' give it to ya (uh), he gon' give it to ya X gon' give it to ya (uh), he gon' give it to ya Ain't never gave nothing to me (yeah) But every time I turn around Cats got they hands out wanting something from me (uh-huh) I ain't got it, so you can't get it (yeah) Let's leave it at that 'cause I ain't with it (yeah) Hit it with full strength (what?) I'm a jail n***a, so I face the world like it's Earl in the bullpen You're against me, me against you (uh-uh, uh-uh) Whatever, whenever, n***a, fuck you gon' do? I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing (what?) Only n***a that you know who can chill Come back and get the streets open I've been doing this for nineteen years (what?) n***as wanna fight me? Fight these tears (what?) I put in work, and it's all for the kids (uh) But these cats done forgot what work is (uh-huh) They don't know who we be Looking, but they don't know who they see, n***a First we gonna rock, then we gonna roll Then we let it pop, go, let it go X gon' give it to ya (uh), he gon' give it to ya X gon' give it to ya (uh), he gon' give it to ya (come on) First we gonna rock, then we gonna roll Then we let it pop, go, let it go (come on) X gon' give it to ya (uh), he gon' give it to ya X gon' give it to ya (uh), he gon' give it to ya Ayy yo, where my n***as at? I know I got 'em down in the game, give 'em love and they give it back Talk too much for too long (what?) Don't give up, you're too strong (what?) Love to the wild-wild honeys (yeah) Shout out to n***as that done it (come on) And it ain't even about the dough It's about getting down for what you stand for, yo, for real
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The Instamatic focal point bringing damage to your boroughs Be some brothers from the east with some beats that be thorough Got the solar gravitation so I'm bound to pull it I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets Gun control means using both hands in my land Where it's all about the cautious livin' Migrating to a higher form of consequence, compliments Of strugglin', that shouldn't be notable, Man every word I say should be a hip hop quotable. I'm sick of bitches shakin' asses I'm sick of talkin' about blunts, Sick of Versace glasses, Sick of slang, Sick of half-ass awards shows, Sick of name brand clothes. Sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks, Cocaine and crack Which brings sickness to blacks, Sick of swoll' head rappers With their sicker-than raps Clappers and gats Makin' the whole sick world collapse The facts are gettin' sick Even sicker perhaps Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse Man life can get all up in your ass baby you betta work it out Let me tell you what it's all about A skin not considered equal A meteor has more right than my people Who be wastin' time screaming who they've hated That's why the Native Tongues have officially been re-instated Stakes is high (Higher than high) You know them stakes is high (Higher than high) When we talkin' 'bout the (Vibes, vibrations) Stakes is high, you know them stakes is high When we dealin' with the (Vibes, vibrations) Stakes is high (Hey yo, what about that love?) Yo, it's about love for cars, love for funds Loving to love mad sex, loving to love guns Love for opposite, love for fame and wealth Love for the fact of no longer loving yourself, kid We living in them days of the man-made ways Where every aspect is vivid, these brothers no longer talk shit Hey yo, these n***as live it 'Bout to give it to you 24/7 on the microphone Plug One translating the zone No offense to a player, but yo, I don't play And if you take offense, fuck it, got to be that way J.D. Dove, show your love, what you got to say? I say G's are making figures at a high regard And n***as dying for it nowadays ain't odd Investing in fantasies and not God Welcome to reality, see times is hard People try to snatch the credit, but can't claim the card Showing out in videos, saying they cold stars See, shit like that will make your mama cry Better watch the way you spend it 'Cause the stakes is high Y'all know them stakes is high When we talkin' 'bout the (Vibes, vibrations) Stakes is high I think that smiling in public is against the law 'Cause love don't get you through life no more It's who you know and "How you, son?" And how you gettin' in, and who the man holding Hey yo, and how was the scams and how high Yo what up, huh? I heard you caught a body Seem like every man and woman shared a life with John Gotti But they ain't organized! Mixing crimes with life enzymes Taking the big scout route And n***as know doubt better Than they know their daughters And their sons (Oh boy) Yo, people go through pain and still don't gain Positive contact just like my main man Who got others cleaning up his physical influence His mind got congested He got the nine and blew it Neighborhoods are now hoods cause nobody's neighbors Just animals surviving with that animal behavior Under I who be rhyming from dark to light sky Experiments when needles and skin connect No wonder where we live is called the projects When them stakes is high you damn sure try to do Anything to get the piece of the pie Electrify Even die for the cash But at last I be out even though you wantin' more This issue is closed like an elevator door But soon re-opened once we get to the next floor where the Stakes is high Y'all know them stakes is high When we talkin' 'bout the (Vibes, vibrations) Stakes is high Stakes is high, come on
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A collection of reimagined favourites from my childhood remixed, mashed up and unmastered, left entirely raw and uncut. Dedicated to the memory of my good friend Michael JD Smith who always inspired those around him to pursuit their creative passions and let the music out.

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released September 2, 2020

All due respect and outright creative credit to all producers and artists sampled on this project - including those who were sampled for those original joints as well, they are as follows: James Brown (R.I.P.) / Fred Wesley / Ahmad Jamal / David Jolicoeur a.k.a. Trugoy the Dove / Vincent Mason a.k.a. DJ Maseo / Kelvin Mercer a.k.a. Plug One / James Yancey a.k.a. J.Dilla (R.I.P.) / Ray Cash / Dennis D. Coles a.k.a. Ghostface Killa / Robert F. Diggs a.k.a. The RZA / Alexander M. Fitts / Gary E. Grice / Lamont Jody Hawkins / Isaac Hayes (R.I.P.) / Jason R. Hunter a.k.a Inspectah Deck / Russell T. Jones a.k.a. Ol' Dirty Bastard (R.I.P.) / Matt Penttilla / David Porter / Clifford Smith a.k.a. Method Man / Corey Woods a.k.a. Raekwon The Chef / Kasseem Dean a.k.a. Swizz Beatz / Shatek / Earl Simmons a.k.a. DMX / Tony Iommi / Ozzy Osbourne / Terance 'Geezer' Butler / Bill Ward / Pharoahe Monch / Lee Stone / Chris Athens / Troy Hightower / Andre Romell Young / Marshall Mathers / Melvin Bradford / Olubowale Victor Akintimehin / Miguel Jontel Pimentel / Elton John / Bernie Taupin / Ray Manzarek / Jim Morrison / Robbie Krieger / John Densmore / Adam Yauch (R.I.P.) / Michael Diamond / Adam Horovitz

"Forgot About Dre"
© Warner Chappell Music, Inc ©1999 Interscope Records., J. Iovine Mgmt.

"Bennie & The Jets"
© Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group

"X Gon' Give It to Ya"
© Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music Inc, Ruff Ryders Inc., Def Jam Records

"Simon Says"
©Rawkus Music Group., © Priority Music

"War Pigs"
© Westminster Music Ltd., Westminster Music Ltd; Black Sabbath Music Ltd.

"C.R.E.A.M."
© Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, LOUD Recordings

"Stakes Is High"
© Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Warner Chappell Music Inc, Tommy Boy Records Ltd.

"Shimmy Shimmy Ya"
© Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music Inc, Elektra Records

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©2020 𝔳𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔠

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