Pages of My Life(Explicit) - Kool G Rap

Pages of My Life - Kool G Rap
But I think you should know
Yeah that's right suicide mission feel me
Just because the boy do or die living'
Like he was born and bed stuy 45 liftin'
Niggas get this guy twisted
He sly eclipsin'
This one for my queens niggas that died pitchin'
I was objected to hood sh*t in mom's kitchen
Pops cocked a pump and watched fried chicken
I'm three years old standing there my eyes were drippin'
Swinging little fists on him but only die hittin'
And the small rage I had only made him laugh
Years later moms would tell me to save my a**
Memory lane pain deep as a razor slash
Had a baby sister that die young her name was robyn
She went to sleep when the grim reaper was cradle rockin'
Over my right shoulder here I got an angel watching'
I put my heart on the paper with the table wobblin'
Moms for the time you was in labor droppin'
It probably never occurred that you would raise a
Far from the moves just a state of knockin'
Suffer long enough it's time for something major poppin'
Yeah I'm make sure they get me right right dog
Flip through the pages of my life
See the scars were some chose to stick the knife
On some real sh*t these are the pages of my life
Born fighter I'm sticking to the script precise
Can't play fair here you got to fix the dice
Lost everything I love trying to grip it tight
Decided to write the real pages of my life
Mid-chapter age eleven was a little bastard
I'm like kids my age wanted to fizzle faster
With the older gang joined the house robbery
Wasn't scared of doberman and their property nah dog
That's why the real niggas still rock with me
Easy while the paper is were I drop the w**d
Oe 800 we wanted 99th of 1 of 6 we're straight gunners wassup yo
Now the little ni**a but his heart was humongous
My older man frog in the schoolyard in summer
Later he blew the face of jake he doing' numbers
Most of you know how the queens do the coppers
Rastas hit a top sheen with a chopper
At sixteen was on the scene and prosper
Was when a ni**a moved back from
Corona back to home no doubt to homebase word up
From a place that made me a little grown-er
But would never forget the pjs
It's twelve days that steve shortee rock la
Mori croc's pelle
When we ring the top bell ay
Back home in the days shortee and 12a
The best rapper from the hood that's were the belt stays
Yeah I'm make sure they get me right right dog
Flip through the pages of my life
See the scars were some chose to stick the knife
On some real sh*t these are the pages of my life
Born fighter I'm sticking to the script precise
Can't play fair here you got to fix the dice