Beat: "Thief's Theme" - Nas

As a shorty, I was just a regular dude/
Hung with a regular crew, we used to do the things that regular's do/
You know, hanging out, kickin' it, chilling with your boys/
But we all know things change, and soon enough names want noise/
That fire from within, the desire to be a man, soon enough getting respect become part of the plan/
It happens to all of us, it happened to my and my mans too/
Want to make dollars, so we all think together and say "what do we do?"/
Start selling this reefer, easy money and it's cheaper/
Investing this petty cash into sneakers and beepers/
But guess what, it don't take long to get fucked up/
Arguing over dollars and cents and shares and cuts/
So you leave 'em behind and go for self/
Thinking about one payout for every 3 you missed out/
On a mission for wealth/
Align yourself with strangers and people that you never knew/
They ain't checkin' for you, you think thats clever fool?/
But still, you think to yourself "Yo, I got this, I can handle it,/
My reps gonna blow, my moneys gonna grow, I'm just working for new management"/

That's when the plans go awry/
The first time they get pinched, your ass is getting fried/
Tell you they ain't say nothin', then disappear, in the blink of an eye/
Charges laid, in and out of the courthouse, but thinking "No sweat, I'm gonna beat it"/
Those double-crossers didn't win, those cowards cheated/
Now during your time in jail, you think and plan on beef and revenge/
And deny that you regret not keeping your friends/
Denying that you lonely with no one to really trust/
All cause you thought reputation and money, was really a must/

The Street's Theme, How come they don't act right/
The pitfalls of Hip Hop got 'em living the fast life/

The streets fiend, and I lived the rap life/
Now the fiend of Hip Hop got me stuck like a crack pipe/

Out the game, you may call it shook, I call it smart/
And for your part, don't think that I ain't got no heart/
What I got is, my shit right and together/
Cause you'd rather be a lion than a lamb that lives forever/
I used to wanna make a living sellin' reefer and dope/
Thought it was the easiest way to get to my dreams and my hopes/
It looked real glamorous, livin' ghetto fabulous/
Little do people know, that life don't exist/
Nothing' sweet about beef/
Judas showing his teeth, but I now I got both eyes closed when I sleep/
Phony's everywhere man, surround by them daily/
Smile in your face, but really thinkin', "Fuck You, pay me"/
Don't need snakes in the grass fron the past trying to play me/
Don't tell me that's the life to live, man, what can you say to me?/
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