The Autobiography - WC

It’s about that time nigga

For what?

Redo this motherfucker look I found it nigga

Ahh hell naw nigga!

Sheyitt

Now here we go, y’all gotta play this

Due to you bitch-ass niggas I’mma maze this

Rearranged funk and refreak the track

The Godfather of Underground Rap is back

Banged out the game as I ride with the Benji’s

Fuck off the hook, nigga I’m off the fuckin hinges

No gimmicks, just a crew of driveby shooters

Coupe de Ville swoopers, looters and Stax loopers

I started off way back sick with a mentality

Wicked got down kickin it with the Syndicate

Just a lil' nigga seein ways to get paid

Levi cordueroy saggin with french braids

No overnight success, no tinted windows

No limos, just a hungry nigga doin demos

The year eighty-eight, the group was Low Pro

When niggas used to swerve on Lincoln’s and Vogues

Loc these niggas ain’t knowin about payin no dues, the shit I done been through

Gone through, put through, was bruised too so it’s time to school these foes

Looka there, as I walk the rugged road of the path

I gets flashbacks, and thrash mash, enemies in my path

Hustler turn your page to nineteen eighty-nine

When a young nigga first signed the dotted line, I was

Bang bang, boogie with the music

Took the old funk track, and relooped it

Dropped «Payin Dues» for a small amount of cheddar

The name of the LP was «We In This Together»

Awww shit, what the fuck why you sto

Man this motherfuckin pager keep goin off

Look I’m tired of these bitches!

Youse a cold nigga!