Trackmasters - Escobar '97 lyrics

Chorus: Honies, cash, weed, cars Ghetto celebrities, 'hood movie stars Gat slingers now rap singers are who we are Went from Nasty to Nas to Nas to Escobar The path we all walk, starts out long it's like a boardwalk Monopoly, some make it around, some go down, it's prophecy Happy days balancing with life's atrocities Hoppin' in v's, knowin' some day I got to lead properly High up in a five realizing the price paid For this life laid in the light shade One might say, top of the world's two whips, a crib and a girl Quick to celebrate it, poppin' corks like they made it Pretentious, arrogant n***as is senseless Pro ball players with white wives, peep they night lives While you could catch me in a crisp white five Dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al Green on My theme song, love and happiness, how can it seem wrong I mean before this, I used to rock a taurus with the donuts Now I grown up, got it chromed up Got the rap game sewn up, sho-nuff n***as acting cool, but it's really no love I feel a slow buzz, off the dutch This is everyday, every second Got to make it pay, every lesson I learnt Got me open while most of these rappers'll stay burnt Chorus 2x (the second time "Honies" changes to Money") With so much drama in QBC, it's kinda hard being Escobarro Elderado Red, sippin' Dom out the bottle My life is like a Donald Goines novel We wave gla**es like bravo Drunk n***as with mad problems, and shot pockets My n***as from the block rock this Box c**aine, cook it and chop it Looking to profit, in different ways Goin' through this difficult stage, called life But each year my physical's praised Some fell beyond the reach of help Cut in the street, thinkin' they could teach theyself When all we wanted was a piece of wealth And randomly, feed our family The streets are insanity Amply, living in ths thug's fantasy Richest n***a in show biz is what I plan to be Heavy chain and my QB sway, living this king's life Magazines write about me, in this dream it's all tight Chorus 2x (The Second time "Honies" changes to "Money") Now the main thing that boggle my brain be all the bottles of pain Iced the chain and all the followers came They tried to throw me off track, but I caught that They thought I lost that But I'm continuing to make more stacks Halftime, new york state of mind, it was written was hittin' Trips overseas, southeast, diamond and riches Sleepin on the plane, wake up when we land feelin' real scared, on the Ground Rollie flush, princess cuts, and large rounds The crews up, findin time to shine rocks It's real, you violate, be in a pine box If it go there, I lay you before you lay me, it's crazy I didn't make the game, the game made me Records for the babies so they raised up in mansions Haters keep hating, and ladies'll keep glancing Yall know the routine out this muthaf**a.... word up