[B.B. Jay]Theres an old saying that every dog has his dayI want'chall to know a lil somthin somthinEvery child of God has his seasonAnd right about now, its all mineYo, check it, check itIt seems as it was just yesterday I was doing po'lySurrounded by jokers that couldn't do nothing fo' meI was broker than a vase, living like a pauperPoverty followed me everywhere like a stalkerNative New Yorker, born in Brook'lawnGrew up in Jersey where you die if you look wrongHooked on somethin coloussal (Word to God)Holy hip-hop apostle (God Squad)Original general, quite like a girdleRepresentin Jesus the eternal life colonelI'm over like a hurdle, harder than the turdleLyrics healthier than herbalB.B. Jays sturdy, never profaneNever x-rated or dirty, never ashamed(Holy hustler) Practice sold faithfulI'm on some holy holy, emcees be greatfulHook: [B.B. Jay]I hate to say I told you so, but didn't I?Tell you I was gonna blow-up and be the bombEverybody had mad jokes when I was strugglinNow I'm fat like that, what, word to GodI hate to say I told you so, but didn't I?Tell you I was gonna blow-up and be the bombEverybody had mad jokes when I was strugglinNow I'm fat like that, what, word to God[B.B. Jay]Check itIt all started way back when I was a chap in grade schoolUsed to write songs an' poems in the day roomEvery music award show, yo I stayed tunedWord to God, as true as I grew, kids made roomNo doubt, rejection was a sho' thingNever get love until you doing yo' thangYou know how it is, around ghetto kidsHype, do you sign ???Made a lot of rap fears when I drops minesLotta cats did all they could to stop minesRecognize yo, you can't stop the shineOr the glow, ice on ice, I make livin look proShow ya right, the son of abraham I amBorn American, culture AfricanA lotta of imposters I peeped your cheif-tanI'm a holy hustler, backwards busterHook[B.B. Jay]I used to rock a lot, back in the day, back of the classIn back of the school, battlin for cash in back of tha cabI used jack up a lotta (Rap dummies)I used to stak up a lotta (Lunch money)Dough fo' sho' my flow was a number oneYo, I told you cats since day number oneB.B. Jay ain't nothin but a plan and a manBut little did you know I had the power of I AmAll day from the getty upEven back when I was leaving cats belly upWith they skull cracked, uh huhI ain't always where I be atUsed to get buzzed with cous' like "where the tree at?"Life of sin, had to flee that, palm was icyOn my way to hell, believe that, on some shiestyNow I see clearly, holy life the nicestFat pastor, loungin with the righteousHook x2
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