Documentary Of A Gangsta Lyrics - The Seventh Seal - Rakim

(Rakim) 

Ay, yo this right here man, its like the documentary of a gangsta man, the rise and fall 

Hook 

(IQ) 

How them boys gon' play me? They must be crazy, baby, oh you better pay me 

(Rakim) 

I aint playin wit yall 

(IQ) 

How them actors gon' act up, like I aint got back up, back up 'for you get smacked up 

(Rakim) 

Where my paper man? 

(IQ) 

Why they wanna play games with me? But they don't know that im crazy 

(Rakim) 

Don't make me kill someone. 

(IQ) 

I don't know what they thinking, they must've been drinkin. 

(Rakim) 

But what? 

(IQ) 

I'm that king pin 

(Rakim) 

He said slow papers, you're out oh. 

It's like spittin', heresy is all about flow 

Like he can't eat his cake and he starve when the count low 

He call the lab the bakery, he all about dough 

Stuffin' bread, his pockets is hungry 

You talkin' nonsense, unless the topic is money 

He call a hundred dollars a hunny, mommy's he call 'em dimes 

So his mind's on his money, but mommy's is on his mind 

Like a o.g. focused on the come-up, 

Think he f-in around? He approachin' with the gun-up (bam) 

Roll a blunt up and forget it happened 

Stash the dollars, bag the product and get it crackin' 

He get pies, he flippin' 'em tricks, he trickin' 'em 

He call 'em heifers, he hugh heffin' 'em, he pimpin' 'em (where my money) 

Fonzie, getting them ones for the connect 

So have them ones correct when he come and collect (here he come) 

Hook (IQ) 

(Rakim) 

That sound like blood money 

And I ain't just talking double dubs and club money 

I'm talking drug money, move out the hood money 

Double up money, you could catch a slug money 

This kid'll murder you, more than the business 

If you livin' for revenue its principal never personal 

Get rid of you if you blockin' the bigger picture 

He on the block thinkin' a gwop is gettin' richer (get them ones) 

He flipped some urban blue, played with them keys 

For them c-notes, so he can handle the whole piano 

Hammers unloadin' ammo, if his army ain't in harmony 

He kill his own fam-o, like tony soprano 

He's tryin' to take it from minor to major and grind for the caper 

His mind is made up, he'll die for the paper 

Crime is second nature when you love cash 

Do 'em dirty, he turned the ave into a blood bath (here he come) 

hook (IQ) 

(Rakim) 

The heater bustin' mean the reaper comin' 

Drug money keep him buggin' out the trees he puffin' 

Streets is buzzin' bout the repercussion 

But he so much in love with his bread, the beef is nothin' (ain't nothin' man) 

He got medals for war, just like a veteran 

But now he bringin' cheddar in, more than he ever been, 

banked up, he stepped his hustle - pimp, smoke, coke, crack 

Heroin game up, American gangsta (uh huh) 

Sleep with the fish while he ran the loot and 

You like ballin? He like stealin' and shootin' 

Comrades, customers, competition connect (don't matter) 

Some hustlers is wishin' and plottin' the day of his death (bring it on man) 

What's his focus? Keys is. 

Even with karma catchin' up, it's hard to set him up, he always holdin' heaters (whoa) 

But yo, they know his weakness, so they gave that bread to him 

Somebody put a gun to his head, guess what he said to 'em? 

hook (IQ)