Lyrics:

(Rakim)**lf**Ay, yo this right here man, it''s like the documentary of a gangsta man, the rise and fall**lf****lf**(IQ)**lf**How them boys gon'' play me? They must be crazy, baby, oh you better pay me**lf****lf**(Rakim)**lf**I ain''t playin'' wit y''all**lf****lf**(IQ)**lf**How them actors gon'' act up, like I ain''t got back up, back up ''for you get smacked up**lf****lf**(Rakim)**lf**Where my paper man?**lf****lf**(IQ)**lf**Why they wanna play games with me? But they don''t know that I''m crazy**lf****lf**(Rakim)**lf**Don''t make me kill someone.**lf****lf**(IQ)**lf**I don''t know what they thinking, they must''ve been drinkin''.**lf****lf**(Rakim)**lf**But what?**lf****lf**(IQ)**lf**I''m that king pin**lf****lf**(Rakim)**lf****lf**He said slow papers, you''re out oh.**lf**It''s like spittin'', heresy is all about flow**lf**Like he can''t eat his cake and he starve when the count low**lf**He call the lab the bakery, he all about dough**lf**Stuffin'' bread, his pockets is hungry**lf**You talkin'' nonsense, unless the topic is money**lf**He call a hundred dollars a hunny, mommy''s he call ''em dimes**lf**So his mind''s on his money, but mommy''s is on his mind**lf**Like a o.g. focused on the come-up,**lf**Think he f-in around? He approachin'' with the gun-up (bam)**lf**Roll a blunt up and forget it happened**lf**Stash the dollars, bag the product and get it crackin''**lf**He get pies, he flippin'' ''em tricks, he trickin'' ''em**lf**He call ''em heifers, he hugh heffin'' ''em, he pimpin'' ''em (where my money)**lf**Fonzie, getting them ones for the connect**lf**So have them ones correct when he come and collect (here he come)**lf****lf**Hook (IQ)**lf****lf**(Rakim)**lf****lf**That sound like blood money**lf**And I ain''t just talking double dubs and club money**lf**I''m talking drug money, move out the hood money**lf**Double up money, you could catch a slug money**lf**This kid''ll murder you, more than the business**lf**If you livin'' for revenue its principal never personal**lf**Get rid of you if you blockin'' the bigger picture**lf**He on the block thinkin'' a gwop is gettin'' richer (get them ones)**lf**He flipped some urban blue, played with them keys**lf**For them c-notes, so he can handle the whole piano**lf**Hammers unloadin'' ammo, if his army ain''t in harmony**lf**He kill his own fam-o, like tony soprano**lf**He''s tryin'' to take it from minor to major and grind for the caper**lf**His mind is made up, he''ll die for the paper**lf**Crime is second nature when you love cash**lf**Do ''em dirty, he turned the ave into a blood bath (here he come)**lf****lf**Hook (IQ)**lf****lf**(Rakim)**lf****lf**The heater bustin'' mean the reaper comin''**lf**Drug money keep him buggin'' out the trees he puffin''**lf**Streets is buzzin'' ''bout the repercussion**lf**But he so much in love with his bread, the beef is nothin'' (ain''t nothin'' man)**lf**He got medals for war, just like a veteran**lf**But now he bringin'' cheddar in, more than he ever been,**lf**Banked up, he stepped his hustle - pimp, smoke, coke, crack**lf**Heroin game up, American gangsta (uh huh)**lf**Sleep with the fish while he ran the loot and**lf**You like ballin? He like stealin'' and shootin''**lf**Comrades, customers, competition connect (don''t matter)**lf**Some hustlers is wishin'' and plottin'' the day of his death (bring it on man)**lf**What''s his focus? Keys is.**lf**Even with karma catchin'' up, it''s hard to set him up, he always holdin'' heaters (whoa)**lf**But yo, they know his weakness, so they gave that bread to him**lf**Somebody put a gun to his head, guess what he said to ''em?**lf****lf**Hook (IQ)