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[Verse I] See my paps, the nigga had to be a rolling stone Whereever he laid his head, had to be his home Cause by time I was three he was gone I had to move on stay strong for my moms We moved to the block 1976 About that time I was three, a little kid Came from BedStuy but I rep Queensbridge Riverpark ??? made the kid what I is Seein' Marley Marl, Hot Day, DJ Twinz Had a joint jump when the record start to spin MC Shan, R-Kim, Flash and Biz Coldless n' Tragedy n' Superkid was my shit I couldn't count all the drugs I sold in my hand Know all the times that I could've been dead Shah stare blocked up and chill doin' biz My mother never told me there'll be things like this, why? [Hook] Let's take it back to 8-Tracks and Cadillacs Diamond in the back on the block selling crack Take it back, way back, when P had a black acc About '95 when we first started to rap in fact Take it back, I had hoes on the tracks See I been there and tapped my favourite joint was the mac Click-Clack, take it back, when I was a little kid Letras de cancionesAll the hard times growing up, bit after bit [Verse II] As I go in deep thought about how I came up My pops was never there on none of my birthdays On know holidays but I loved him anyway God bless his soul, I know how shit go Nobody's perfect you feel me, bro? It was just me and my brother, my mother was like my father She told us right from wrong always stay strong No matter the situation just have patience Eventually you will achieve your goal Whatever you do, be the best at it I ran with her words and wisdom they ran at it Topspeed mind, no success and checks My kids and my clikk, flock the bullshit It's money to get, rappers nowadays They frontin like their rich, floassin' and flashin' That shit don't impress me you feel me, dun? [Hook] Let's take it back to 8-Tracks and Cadillacs Diamond in the back on the block selling crack Take it back, way back, when P had a black acc About '95 when we first started to rap in fact Take it back, I had hoes on the tracks See I been there and tapped my favourite joint was the mac Click-Clack, take it back, when I was a little kid All the hard times growing up, bit after bit [Verse III: Twin Gambino] Yo, the name in this book is called "shit never changed" Guaranteed if you read it, you never feel the same It was around '79 when we moved to the hood Young ass girl with 4 kids and one in the oven I ain't really had no fam, just my aunt and cousins Thanks to free lunchs without that a nigga be buggin' I remember my mother's voice, fussin' and cussin' On the welfareline collecting them stamps And thanks to the hood, they made me who I am A hustler, know how to get what I need Make sure I'm good with somewhere to sleep Since a little kid times been tough Pumpin' cracks at 12 times been rough Hoes in my shoes, who gives a fuck? One thing on my mind is making those bucks Slit, get clapped up and press your luck, what? [Hook] Let's take it back to 8-Tracks and Cadillacs Diamond in the back on the block selling crack Take it back, way back, when P had a black acc About '95 when we first started to rap in fact Take it back, I had hoes on the tracks See I been there and tapped my favourite joint was the mac Click-Clack, take it back, when I was a little kid All the hard times growing up, bit after bit From Letras Mania