3rd Diglah - Da Vorzon lyrics

[Cappadonna] I came up from a tough time, now I'm finally back I got love in my heart and I changed my rap I don't worry about dudes talk behind my back Because I'm good with the music and I love the track It's me, it's big Don and I'm so full of life Still praying for the day that God give me a mic I pray each and every day and I pray at night I got music in my soul and I love to write While brothers kick dirt on name, just for spite I do what God tell me to do, shine my light Ya'll suffer for mad years, been beat wit many stripes I know what the ghetto like, tears cover my face to the sample of the pain I inherited the streets like crack c**aine All the while, yo I kept surviving it, money Stand away from the knucklehead n***as and dummies And still mama love me back And I ain't perfect, but I was blessed wit a good heart I know how to work it, face it Most of ya'll gon' die over money While I'm laid back chilling, where it's nice and sunny Now check it, I ain't the type to hang with the crowd You might see me at the spot where the music is loud Cla**ic R&B, a little jazz, spoken word Posted on the sideline wit a crazy bird Trying to take my mind off of the herb I sip fine wine, when I was young, I used to do mad crime Now daddy's all grown up, yo, and time is precious I reflect back on my seeds and all of my records Feed my family with this sh**, they gotta respect it You gotta love me or leave me alone, there's no half stepping I grew up and I found out, the mind is a powerful weapon, and love is the message So ya'll can stop fronting on me, you too far in the game For ya'll to keep stunting on me, Cappadonna the first fruit Straight outta God mansion, never stuck in '86, I deal wit enhancement Brothers make music and they steal my advancements co*k s**ers sit in a circle, watch me rap Ya'll n***as don't owe me sh**, but I'mma pay ya'll back [Chorus 2X: 3rd Diglah] To all my real n***as, this is real hip hop And my n***as locked up, that sell that crack Get ya mind right, get this track To all my n***as that bust they gat, n***a, brat-brat-brat [Lounge Lo] I said the last time I stepped in the booth, I had the deuce wit me Told n***as, send the sh** down, because he shoots wit me I'm in the building where them n***as, they pump hard And give money, if cops come, yeah, and they run hard Right where the stash at, yeah, I'mma blast back I'm so old school, dope bomb in my a** crack I left the past and the present, I'm past that I told you my publishing is sitting on ASCAP f** you, boy, take a walk and go ask Cap And I be lingering, just where the cars be And doing my numbers at a show where the stars be Representing my hood, the good boogah get burnt out And b**hes called Sugar get turned out Bring your hammer, the finger blam like Yosemite Sam And if I can't get you, my Stone'll give me your man [Chorus 2X]