The Autobiography Lyrics - W.c.

[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!"