The Autobiography - WC

[CT] It's about that time nigga 
[WC] For what? 
[CT] Redo this motherfucker look I found it nigga 
[WC] Ahh hell naw nigga! 
[CT] Sheyitt 

Now here we go, y'all gotta play this 
Due to you bitch-ass niggaz I'ma maze this 
rearranged funk and refreak the track 
The Godfather of Underground Rap is back 
Banged out the game as I ride with the Benji's 
Fuck off the hook, nigga I'm off the fuckin hinges 
No gimmicks, just a crew of driveby shooters 
Coupe de Ville swoopers, looters and Stax loopers 
I started off way back sick with a mentality 
Wicked got down kickin it with the Syndicate 
Just a lil' nigga seein ways to get paid 
Levi cordueroy saggin with french braids 
No overnight success, no tinted windows 
No limos, just a hungry nigga doin demos 
The year eighty-eight, the group was Low Pro 
When niggaz used to swerve on Lincoln's and Vogues 
Loc these niggaz ain't knowin about payin no dues, the shit I done been through 
Gone through, put through, was bruised too so it's time to school these foes 
Looka there, as I walk the rugged road of the path 
I gets flashbacks, and thrash mash, enemies in my path 
Hustler turn your page to nineteen eighty-nine 
When a young nigga first signed the dotted line, I was 
bang bang, boogie with the music 
Took the old funk track, and relooped it 
Dropped "Payin Dues" for a small amount of cheddar 
The name of the LP was "We In This Together" 

*beeper sounds repeatedly* 

[CT] Awww shit, what the fuck why you sto 
[WC] Man this motherfuckin pager keep goin off 
Look I'm tired of these bitches! 
[CT] Youse a cold nigga! 

*DJ scratches* "Noooo shit!"