MAAAAN SO MUCH IN MY LIFE HAS CHANGED SINCE THEN... THOSE DAYS OF HUSTLING ON A CORNER ARE DEAD! AND WITH GOD'S HELP I WILL NEVER GO BACK TO DOING THAT SH%T AGAIN.
NO DISS TO ANYONE WHO IS / HAS TO HUSTLE ON A CORNER TO GET THEIRS. (I CANT KNOCK THE HUSTLE). BUT I KNOW NOW THAT THEIR IS A BETTER WAY.
TRUTH BE TOLD WE (RAP ARTIST) SPEAK ALOT ABOUT DRUGS AND HUSTLING IN OUR MUSIC. BUT THE REASON FOR MAKING MUSIC IS TO GET PAID OFF OF OUR SKILL LEGALLY. NONE OF THEM (RAP ARTIST WHO WERE DRUG DEALERS) WANTED TO DEAL DRUGS FOR A LIVING. (HENCE THE CAREER CHANGE)
DONT BE FOOLED BY THE LYRICS... LEARN TO READ IN BETWEEN THE LINES
DONT STOP THE SHOW IT MUST GO ON/ (U CANT) SHORT STOP MY DOE NOOO IT SOOO LONG/ U KNOW U CANT STOP MY FLOW SO C'MON/ IM ON MY OFF TIME... BUT IM SOOO ON/ SHE SAID UR SO FAR LEFT, UR RIGHT IM SOO WRONG/ FOR KILLING THESE BOYZ ON THEY OWN SONGS/ FROM FRIDAY TO SUNDAY IM SOOO GONE/ BUT EVEN ON WEAK DAYS, I GO STRONG/ HOLD ON... LEMME GET MY CLYDRO ON/ EVEN ON WEAK DAYS I GO STRONG/ PHEWN... THAT BAR GON/ RIGHT OVER YO' HEAD... BRAINSTORM/ GRAIN GONE... RAN BACK/ I BRANG HOME, THE CHAMPIONSHIP TROPHY FOR THE WHOLE PACK/ NO RAP NO HOOK NO TRACK/ AND I'LL STILL BE WRAPPING... U GET THAT/ OR IS THAT OVER YA HEAD TOO/ YEAH HE FEED DECIPLES... BUT HE OVER THE RED TOO/ ...DAMN THAT RANRU/ HE SAY MORE SHIT THEN A MAN WITH TOURETTE DO/ HA' CHU... IM SOOO SICK (BLESS YOU) THANK YOU,/ YOU FROM GUNRULE, THANK RU/ ...AND YOU ARE WELCOME IN ADVANCE/ IM TRYNA SIGN YO BITCH & HER ADVANCE IS IN MY PANTS/ (POCKET)
*I KNOW, I KNOW IM OUTTA MY MIND/ BEFORE U THINK OF CROSSING ME ILL KNOCK IT OUTTA YA MIND/ MIND ON MY MONEY, MONEY ON MY MIND/ I HOPE IM NEVER OUT OF MONEY... BUT IM OUTTA MY MIND/
yeah.... she watchin me but im watching her/ yeah she jocking me... but im clocking her/ no tick tock on my rodeo, nooo/ i do the rappin, i let joey blow/(oooh) i been trappin ask clydro/ i been stackin but only shorty know/ im soo low but this hoe is much lower/ because no one ever seen her be-fore/ my fev four... jeans sag to the floor/ and her swag is sooo bad christian dior/ im all over... her & she all over/ me... as u can see g' it's all over/
CHAMPAGNE IN A CLEAR GLASS HAZE INA KUSH WRAP/ MOMS WANTED A DOCTOR BUT I WAS DESTINE TO PUSH THAT/ (PUSH) PUSH THAT,PUSH UNTIL IT PUSH BACK/ PUSH IT TO THE LIMIT NO OPTION I HAD TO PUSH CRACK/ POPS WAS A PUSHER HE PUSHED ME UNTIL I PUSH BACK/ DOC WAS A PUSHER ITS DOCUMENTED JUST LOOK BACK/ TOOK LOSES AS HUSTLER, I HUSTLED UNTIL I GOT BACK/ DEY SHOT ME... ONCE I GOT OUT OF THE HOSPITAL I SHOT BACK/ (STOP) STOP THAT, STOP IT AINT NO STOPPING PACK/ GANG MANE WE AINT MADE A (THANG) OFF OF F'N RAP/ WE COOK AND CUTTIN THAT, COP IT.. BUT WE AINT TOUCHING THAT/ U GET IT HOW I GET IT... U GOT IT U KNOW WE GETTING THAT/ CLOUD 9... THAT CLOUD WHITE IN WHITE CLOUD/ WHITE WIDOW, NO REGGIE WHITE IN MY WHITE OWL I MARRIED WHITE, NO WIDOW SHE MY WIFE NOW/ SOOO HIGH SOOO FLY NO COMING DOWN/
THIS GOES OUT... TO SHORTY WAITING ON THE BUS WITH THE FAT ASS/ IT'LL MAKE YOU SAY DAAAAMMMNNN WHEN YOU RIDE PAST/ TO MY MANS @ THE LEONARD EXIT PANHANDLING FOR CASH/ TO THE BUMS @ FOOD TOWN THAT USE TO CARRY MY BAGS/ UR THE BEST... O'YES I CONFESS YOU THE BEST/ YOUR BETTER THAN BEST YOUR THE BETTEREST/ WHAT THE LETTER F? (DID HE JUST SAY THE BETTEREST)/ COULDNT THINK OF ANOTHER WORD THAT DESCRIBES U BEST/ THIS GOES OUT 2 RASHEED THAT PLAYED YA BOY 2 DA LEFT/ SHOUT OUT TO HARLEM, BUT U STANDING ON GUNRULE STEPS/ SHOUT OUT TO BROTHER LO WHO TURN'D MY HAT 2 DA LEFT/ REST IN PEACE THERE AINT TOO MANY MEN LIKE YOU LEFT/ I WAS JUST ON THE CORNER THANK GOD I LEFT/ I WENT TO MO-SKI HOUSE THEY SHOT O IN THE NECK/ IN THE FACE... THEM BUCK SHOTS WAS ALL OVER THE PLACE/ GET CAUGHT IN DRIVE BY I SWEAR NO ONE'S SAFE/
THIS GOES OUT... TO THE FANS MC'S & DJ'S/ THAT F' WITH THE PACK AND KEEP RAN REPLAY/ WE GET NO PLAY IN CLUB, BUT THEY PLAY US IN THEY C-DAY/ THEY IPODS & DOWNLOAD OUR MP3'S/ SO HEY, WHAT I CAN I SAY THATS 2 OUT OF TREY/ AND I'M GOOD WITH THOSE ODDS ON A BAAAD DAAAY/ I ONLY F' WITH YOU HOME BOY THE HALF WAY/ I WOULDN'T F' YOU THE LONG WAY IF IT WAS THE LAST DAY/ TOUCHE'... (WHAT CAN I SAY) IM WAY OVER YA TUPAY/ IM TUPAC (SEPT 12TH), IM BIGGE SMALLS ON (MARCH 8TH)/ I LIVE FOR TODAY, ONE LIFE TO LIVE IM MELVIN HAYES/ & YOU CAN ASK MELVIN SPENCER I BEEN THIS WAAAY/ THIS GOES OUT TO BORDIQUES, DOMINICANOS & ESSAY'S/ NO MORE COLUMBIAN COKE THAT WAS THE 80'S/ THE SUDANS IS F'N WITH RAN SHOUT OUT TO SADE'/ AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST THIS GOES OUT TO MY BABIES/
I BEEN WORKING HARD AS HELL PERFECTING MY GRIND/ BUT TO YOU I JUST BEEN WASTING MY TIME/ AT THAT KITCHEN TABLE BAGGING, CUTTING THEM DIMES/ BUT TO YOU IM JUST COMMITTING A CRIME/ ITS A SHAME, SOMETIMES I WONDER WHAT GOES THRU YA MIND/ WHEN U SEE ME IN ALL BLACK LOADING MY NINE/ ITS A DRAUGHT... BUT ALL U TALK ABOUT IS US GOING OUT/ WHATS MORE IMPORTANT? FOOD 4 THOUGHT OR FOOD 4 MOUTH/ NO DOUBT... NO DOUGH, NO DINNER, IM NO SLOUCH/ I KNOW... NO MORTGAGE, NO RENT, NO HOUSE/ NO SHIT... I BEEN HUSTLING SMART NOT QUICK/ NOT HARD BUT I BEEN HUSTLING GOD REAL TALK/ EVER SINCE WE BEEN TOGETHER WE LIVED LIFE LIKE STARS/ BUT TO YOU IM JUST ANOTHER MAN DOING MY JOB/ IM IN THIS TRAP WITH THESE CRACK HEADS DUCKING THE LAW/ BUT TO YOU, IM PROBLY OUT F'N A BROAD/
I MUST BE GAY IM IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN/ I CANT STOP TOUCHING HIM WITH BOTH HANDS/ I BEEN HUGGING THE BLOCK AVOIDING ALL MY FRIENDS/ I JUST CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT BOY BEN/ ALL THE PLACES WE BEEN.. ALL THE TIME WE SHARED/ THINKING ABOUT YOU, I THINK IM LOSING MY HAIR/ I REMEMBER WHEN U LEFT, I NEVER BEEN SOOO SCARED/ I NEVER FELT SOOO HELPLESS, SOOO UNPREPARED/ SOOO HOPELESS, ITS WAS WEIRD NOT HAVING U THEIR/ I LEARNED I HAD TO STAY FOCUSED TO KEEP YOU NEAR/ I SWEAR THAT MONTH FELT LIKE A YEAR/ AND I'LL FLIP IF YOU EVER TRY TO LEAVE ME AGAIN/ ALL MY FRIENDS SAY "DAMN RAN WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN"/ I SAY "CHILLIN" BUT THEY KNOW IM STILL F'N WITH BEN/ IN MY FACE ITS ALL GOOD THEY JUST SMILE N GRIN/ BEHIND MY BACK THEY TALK SHIT BECAUSE THEY JEALOUS OF HIM/ (I CAN'T WIN)
IN THE PICS: CHEF, WILL P., RANRU, YOUNG MONK, TREAL CITY, ZAPP SOLA, BUB BENTLEY BEMIS, CANARY YELLOW CHELLO, RAW TALENT, FLINTSTONE, C STACKS, MR. FLY GUY, BIG JINX, WILLIE B... AND MANY MANY MORE!
in the video: BOBBY V. (FORMERLY BOBBY VALENTINO) DA KOLDEST, OLDS AKA PRES. OLDS'BAMA, M. DOLLAR$, BIG SEAN (COMEDIAN / HOST) DJ BUSCAT AKA MR. OCTOBER, MR. C AKA FITNESS (CQ PRODUCTIONS / D.O.E), ROD B. GUTTA AKA GUTTAMAN, DJ HEAD DEBIASE AKA THE OUTLET
YALL REMEMBER THE HOUSE ON LA BELLE BETWEEN IONIA / DIVISON? THAT WAS WANYE, YONT & KP STUDIO "RED EYE RECORDS" LOCATED IN MY HOOD ON THE CORNER OF IONIA & LA BELLE.
THEY GAVE ME MY 1ST BREAK... ME, PIGGY & TWEET (RIP) HAD A GROUP CALLED "N.O.M.M." (NIGGAZ ONA MUTHAFUCKIN MISSION) OUR STAGE NAMES WAS 1-EIGHT-7 (RANRU), TECH NINE (PIGGY), ALLIK G (TWEET) NOW THATS GUNRULE!
I USTA' THINK GETTING HIGH BEFORE SCHOOL WAS COOL!
I USTA' THINK BEING A GANGSTER OR HUSTLER WAS THE BEST OCCUPATION IN THE WORLD!
I USTA' THINK BEING REAL... MEANT BEING POOR!
I USTA' THINK DRESSING NICE...MEANT BEING SOFT!
I USTA' THINK BEING SMART...WAS DUMB!
I USTA' THINK SPEAKING PROPER WAS ACTING "WHITE"
I USTA' THINK ALOT OF THINGS... I COULD GO ON ALL DAY!
WHEN I WAS 13 IT WAS COOL TO DIE YOUNG! ME AND MY FRIENDS THOUGHT IT WAS GANGSTER TO NEVER SEE 18 (yrs old) AND ALOT OF THEM ARE DEAD OR LOCKED UP RIGHT NOW AS A RESULT OF TRYING TO LIVE THAT THOUGHT OUT.
IT'S CRAZY HOW OUR THOUGHTS BECOME US! HOW ARE LIVES ARE LIVED THROUGH OUR THOUGHTS OR A BELIEFS WE HAD THEN OR HAVE NOW.
(U FOLLOW ME?)
FOR EXAMPLE:MY COUSIN JASON GREW UP "RICH" HE HAD EVERYTHING A KID COULD WANT AND MORE. BOTH PARENTS, MONEY & A BIG HOUSE. (WITH A BASKETBALL RIM AND FUCKING POND IN HIS BACKYARD!) ON TOP OF ALL THAT THIS KID WAS SMART, ATHELETIC AND FLY! WE WAS TOTAL OPPOSITES...WELL MAYBE I WAS A LIL FLY'R THEN HIM (LOL!) BUT REAL TALK MY TWO JOB, ONE PARENT, SMALL APT UP-BRINGING WAS NO MATCH! (I'M STILL TRYING TO LIVE LIKE HE WAS THEN... NOW!)
THE POINT IM TRYING TO MAKE IS... ALL JASON WANTED TO DO WAS BE LIKE ME! HE WANTED TO BE... "POOR" (I GUESS?) HE THOUGHT LIVING IN THE HOOD WAS COOL. (BUT I KNEW, LIVING IN THE HOOD JUST MEANT YOU WAS POOR!) JASON WANTED TO SALE DRUGS, CARRY GUNS AND GANG BANG. AND EVENTUALLY HE DID. TO MAKE A LONG STORY SHORT... JASON IS NOW DOING 15YRS IN M.D.O.C FOR MURDER!
AND ALL HE TALKS ABOUT IS HIS MONEY, FOOTBALL/BASKETBALL TROPHIES, PERFECT PARENTS & HIS BIG HOUSE! (WITH A FUCKING POND IN THE BACKYARD! LOL!) I'M JUST SAYING, I USTA THINK...
A COUPLE DEALERS ON MY RIGHT, A COUPLE DEALERS ON MY LEFT/ BUT IT DONT MATTER TO ME, CAUSE IM DEALER MYSELF/ FOUR-5TH ON MY RIGHT, A-R ON MY LEFT/ I GOTTA COUPLE SHOOTERS, BUT IM A KILLER MYSELF/ LIL SHORTY IN THE DRESS, WANNA DO ME I GUESS/ BUT IT DONT MATTER TO ME, CAUSE IM FEELIN MYSELF/ IMMA RAPPER AT HEART, BUT A HUSTLER BY FATE/ FUCK FILLING THE LOCAL SHELF, IM FILLING MY SAFE/ SHOUT OUT TO BEAT NICS, BUT I BEAT BRICKS/
I USTA BEAT BOX, NOW I DUCK BEAT COPS/ 50 IN THE BOX, ANOTHER 30 IN THE CLIP/ IT TOOK THREE COPS TO KILL DOC, FUCK PIGS/ IT WAS JUST PIG, NOW LOOK AT US/ WOLFPACKGANG, WE ARE GRAND RAPIDS/
I'M FEELING MYSELF... I GOT THE BIG HEAD LIKE DEBIASE... MY POCKETS CHUBBY LIKE BUSCAT... IN THE HOOD IMMA ICON LIKE J. JELKS... MY REP IS 24KT LIKE GC... I'M FLY LIKE DONNIE... IMMA BOSS LIKE CANARY... MY SWAG IS HOT2DEATH... IT'S A 1000 DEGREES IN MY SHADOW... THANK GOD IM FIREPROOF...I RUN WITA WOLFPACK...BUT WE CAN GO 1-ON-1... I WAS RAISED IN A TREAL CITY... I WAS BORN ADDICTED TO KOKAINE IN APRIL... NOW I GET MONEY IN MAYWEATHER... I PLAN TO BE WEALTHY LIKE TAI CHI... IMMA BORN REBEL LIKE NEFERTITI... I STAY PUFFIN THAT CHOCLATE TYE... I STAY POPPING THAT BLAK LABEL... I'M ALWAYS READY TO BANGOUT... I KNOW THE GAME LIKE CAPCOM... I WILLING TO SAKRAFICE... I KEEP A RAZOR BLADE THAT CUT WIT PRECISION...HONESTLY I WANNA RHYME LIKE CIVI... BUT I CAN'T STOP MAKING CRACK MUSIC! THE MOVEMENT IS STRONG... BEING A BOSS IS RUFF... BUT IM THE DON FUK HOW THEY PHIL... THEY SHOULD MAKE ME GOVENOR LIKE SLUGWELL... OR CROWN ME KING LIKE KAUTION... OR PRE-CROWN ME PRINCE LIKE WILLIE THE KID... BUT WHAT'S IN LA DARKMAN WILL ALWAYS COME TO THE LIGHT... MY SOUNDAHFEKZ EVERYONE IN DIFFERENT WAYS... SOME PEOPLE SPAZZ-OUT! SOME PEOPLE DON'T... IN THE HOOD IM CEASAR... ON THE MIC IMMA HITMAKER...
THE DUMBEST QUESTION U CAN ASK IS... IZY DOPE OR IZZY AMAZIN? THEY ALREADY KNOW THEDIL WIT ME! I'M A HUMBLE DUDE BUT I KEEP A TEHK TOGO HOSTILE! BUT REAL TALK I'M JUST TRYING TO LIVE YUNG AND DIE OLD! MY UNK TOLD ME WIZDOM COMES FROM OLD AGE. I MAY BE YOUNG BUT IM AS WISE AS A MONK WHILE MOST HUSTLERS WAS TRYING TO MAKE THEY RIMS SPINNY SPIN I WAS FOCUSED ON THE PAPER. IT'S A THIN LINE BETWEEN FREEDOM & JAIL. PRISON IS FULL OF DUDES WITH TALENT WHO GOT CAUGHT WITH RAW WHO WAS JUST TRYING TO C STACKS.
(YOUR PROBLY THINKING... WHO IS THIS GUY) WELL, THEY CALL ME MINI VAN RAN, BUT YOU MIGHT SEE ME POPPIN BUB INA BENTLEY FLYING DOWN BEMIS SMOKING DAT CLYDRO. I GET LOVE IN UPTOWN ALTHOUGH I NEVER ROCKED COOGI!
