The Story Begins - Styles of Beyond

That’s when the summer was hotter than a thermometer

Left Queens and headed west to Santa Monica

I never really knew how many streets could be

My pops got me out in time thanks to G.T.E

Now I’m out where the weather’s nice, people are friendly

I’m went to McKinely so I could live a better life

1755 Franklin to be exact

Where Tak grew up on rap and now he’s on the mic

Hey

But it went so fast before I knew it

I moved to Hadder Street in the S.F.D

Parents got a divorce, I was off on my own

So I started something formally known as S.O.B

Yeah, it was just me, true to the end

Then I met Cheapshot through a mutual friend

Got together and created a dynamite stick

Living life with a plan that sounds sorta like this

I grew up I knew what to do then and what not to do now

So I shoot for the fence for my roots underground

Now my group’s in the Ritz so look out

Let me tell you where this story begins

It goes

I grew up with my troops in the trench

Shootin' hoops with my friends

In the Coupes with the rims

Grew my roots underground

Now my group’s in the Ritz so look out

Well let me tell you where this story begins

It goes

I remember trying to get into the game

Couldn’t get anybody to listen to my tape

Everyday bumpin' Wu-Tang, fully invested

We laugh now, but Tony Hilfiger was fresh then

Ridin' in my Civic with a buck in the gas tank

Dimes and pennies, anything you find in the ash treys

Fine, find a beat tape, kick your best rhyme

Over DWYCK cause that’s my shit, ayo rewind it

Bring it back, baggy black jeans and beepers

From Black Moon to Pat Boone, Queen Latifah

Yeah, if anything’s new, my camp with hear it

So Make Room, we’re coming with them cancer lyrics

Vin Skully hook up a loop and sample Shaft that sounds good

We don’t care about a sample clearance

We’re bringin' it back to what it was when it was fun

To carry a gun before somebody said it was thug

It’s all hooks, nobody in my crew was a clapper

We thought if you had a gat it made you a true rapper

But

I grew up I knew what to do then and what not to do now

So I shoot for the fence for my roots underground

Now my group’s in the Ritz so look out

Let me tell you where this story begins

It goes

I grew up with my troops in the trench

Shootin' hoops with my friends

In the Coupes with the rims

Grew my roots underground

Now my group’s in the Ritz so look out

Well let me tell you where this story begins

It goes…