Microphone thugs/ flip keys and shit/ Member the 80's when niggaz was actin crazy?/ The mean streets raised me/ I use to live dangerously/ Amidst, crack selling armed and dangerous felons/
[Chorus] "Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me an my dreams See what I mean, Black?" "I gets the paper"
[Verse 1] Microphone thugs, flip keys and shit Member the '80's when niggas was acting crazy? The mean streets raised me I used to live dangerously Amidst crack-selling armed and dangerous felons Plus murderers, drug spot burglars Niggas doing anything to acquire that paper Lived the life of crime but got saved by the rhyme Peace to all my niggas doing time on top of time Plus the ones gunned down in their prime I made it this far because of Divine design Diamond, flooded chains the sun still outshines I get you drunk off my drink like that champagne wine As long as there's breath left, I father the fatherless If shit was real, Brooklyn would snatch that chain off your chest Don't fess, we know why you rock that vest Hard on records, but really pussy, check it I do this for me, and not the paper, strictly a hundred percent
[Chorus] ("'Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me and my dreams See what I mean, Black?") ("I gets the paper")
[Verse 2] It started way before Super Rhymes Peace to mom dukes for enduring hard times God bless all the victims of my past life crimes I do this for the ghetto youth living like Good Times Flipping rhymes saved me from the obvious traps In '97, studio hustlers push crack on wax And breaking backs, but faking jacks If it wasn't for contracts, they wouldn't bust caps So, destroy your people and collect huge stacks Fat Ac's, and platinum plaques Come bring it back, rewind it that old gangster bullshit Got the youth running around criminal minded Not a player hater, just don't chase the paper Got a little deal so some heads caught the vapors So stupid motherfuckers throw your guns in the air To all my niggas who ain't make it past their 19th year I do it for me, and not the paper Strictly a hundred percent, nah mean?
[Chorus] ("'Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me and my dreams See what I mean, Black?") ("I gets the paper")
[Verse 3] Sinister plots, every week who got shot Spots like the Enterprise kept the neighborhood hot Niggas bugging out so some receive toe tags Resting up north with fags or sporting shit bags When I think back it's so sad All the niggas I had, who'd ever figure that it'd get so bad? So I retreat with a pen and a pad Hide your chain when you're riding the train Fuck writing rhymes about automatic weapons I'd rather steer the youth in the right direction Drop a bomb, destroy the 10 percent section Little girls already sexing Hard rock shorties is flexing But I stick to my lessons, no stress Cause if shit was real, Brooklyn would snatch that chain off your chest Don't fess, we know why you rock that vest Hard on records, but really pussy, check it I do this for me, and not the paper Strictly a hundred percent, know what I'm saying?
[Chorus] ("'Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me and my dreams See what I mean, Black?") ("I gets the paper")
Jeru and Premier, deadly alliance.
Im 17 and im going to pass 90s hiphop to my future children. I aint letting these legendary sounds die.
Love this remix !
This production is MASTERFUL by Dj Premier.
One of the best beats ever
Phenomenal.
always back/zawsze wracam
Hot track. Put your boots on….
A trip down to memory lane…
Microphone thugs/
flip keys and shit/
Member the 80's when niggaz was actin crazy?/
The mean streets raised me/
I use to live dangerously/
Amidst, crack selling armed and dangerous felons/
Jay Z Story of OJ ?
Lyrics
[Chorus]
"Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me an my dreams
See what I mean, Black?" "I gets the paper"
[Verse 1]
Microphone thugs, flip keys and shit
Member the '80's when niggas was acting crazy?
The mean streets raised me
I used to live dangerously
Amidst crack-selling armed and dangerous felons
Plus murderers, drug spot burglars
Niggas doing anything to acquire that paper
Lived the life of crime but got saved by the rhyme
Peace to all my niggas doing time on top of time
Plus the ones gunned down in their prime
I made it this far because of Divine design
Diamond, flooded chains the sun still outshines
I get you drunk off my drink like that champagne wine
As long as there's breath left, I father the fatherless
If shit was real, Brooklyn would snatch that chain off your chest
Don't fess, we know why you rock that vest
Hard on records, but really pussy, check it
I do this for me, and not the paper, strictly a hundred percent
[Chorus]
("'Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me and my dreams
See what I mean, Black?") ("I gets the paper")
[Verse 2]
It started way before Super Rhymes
Peace to mom dukes for enduring hard times
God bless all the victims of my past life crimes
I do this for the ghetto youth living like Good Times
Flipping rhymes saved me from the obvious traps
In '97, studio hustlers push crack on wax
And breaking backs, but faking jacks
If it wasn't for contracts, they wouldn't bust caps
So, destroy your people and collect huge stacks
Fat Ac's, and platinum plaques
Come bring it back, rewind it that old gangster bullshit
Got the youth running around criminal minded
Not a player hater, just don't chase the paper
Got a little deal so some heads caught the vapors
So stupid motherfuckers throw your guns in the air
To all my niggas who ain't make it past their 19th year
I do it for me, and not the paper
Strictly a hundred percent, nah mean?
[Chorus]
("'Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me and my dreams
See what I mean, Black?") ("I gets the paper")
[Verse 3]
Sinister plots, every week who got shot
Spots like the Enterprise kept the neighborhood hot
Niggas bugging out so some receive toe tags
Resting up north with fags or sporting shit bags
When I think back it's so sad
All the niggas I had, who'd ever figure that it'd get so bad?
So I retreat with a pen and a pad
Hide your chain when you're riding the train
Fuck writing rhymes about automatic weapons
I'd rather steer the youth in the right direction
Drop a bomb, destroy the 10 percent section
Little girls already sexing
Hard rock shorties is flexing
But I stick to my lessons, no stress
Cause if shit was real,
Brooklyn would snatch that chain off your chest
Don't fess, we know why you rock that vest
Hard on records, but really pussy, check it
I do this for me, and not the paper
Strictly a hundred percent, know what I'm saying?
[Chorus]
("'Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me and my dreams
See what I mean, Black?") ("I gets the paper")
This is so
Fire
!!!
Premo!
Su-Primo SUPREMO!!
Still here 2020
2020.. and still a banger that plenty play #hiphop
SUPREME PRODUCTION AND LYRICISM………..
Jeru’s best track in my humble opinion. I still have the vinyl.
G-TEE – "The Sign of a Boss"
There's a vocal sample from this in that song.
11 years 220 thousand views??? BS
One of the coldest beats ever.
RIP guru and to my peeps i lost in the 90s n just recently ✌
this is the shit
Primo beats make me tear up cause when he is gone im a miss him too much.. his beats puts a great energy in myself.. period