[Intro] Ever since I was 13, my biggest problem has been just to find the right road to get to that rainbow that everybody talks about Like most people get close enough to count the stripes But they don't have enough guts to reach out and take that pot of gold What up my dude, you know Going through a lot and all that man That's why you be strong, you know what I'm saying Feel great boy (Staten Island over yeah) It's going now ([?]) Holla at the kid (Let's go chef) [Verse 1] I'm flawless, the gowns that I rock is cashmere Then roam through the lab with the hammer and black Airs Thinking 'bout plans that's real, laying the bill Drop a new cla**ic album, my masters will Enlighten your mind, I'm writing on times When the youth reach real situations and they thoughts are blind You know when I float a moment is fine, gla** of wine New elegance, the greeze just pa** through the mind again What happened, rap made it happen, back when Two turn tables and a needle, action We all huddled up, that's it, cla**ic sh** Only our kind adapt to sh** Start rapping 'bout cracks and Pimps, cash to get Call it C.R.E.A.M. now, no grind don't ask for sh** We ba*tard thick, pa** the spliff [Outro] Name of this piece is called "my b**h better have my money" (applause) My b**h better have my money, through rain, sleet or snow My ho better have my money Not half, not some, but all my chash Because if she don't, I'mma put my foot in her a**