Verse So for me... Life started off fast, and I ain't wanna be another young dad with a kid/ Or a nigga movin' crack on the strip/ Or a nigga with a gat, and a clip/ Or a nigga wearin' rags on his hip, shit! I could've did that just as quick homie!/ But I kept my cool/ Man I was bored of ed, so I slept through school/ And, I was bored, and dead, so the bets on you/ That if you'd a been a bed, I'd a slept on you/ Crept on through, movin' at the pace of a Nascar/ Tryin' not to die like a celly on its last bar/ Tryin' not to cry like I gotta to be a man dog/ Till I realized there was more to understand ya'll/ Damn ya'll, I just ain't get it/ But every time I rap, I just came with it/ Doin' it for years, but I just came in it/ Get ready for the re-birth, ya'll ain't get it?/ New York state of mind, like New York state is mine/ Gotta feed every borough, food for thought every rhyme/ And its all by design, I design every thought/ When I think, I design, my designs in my thought's/ So intricate, no one's gettin' it/ But I don't care, that's me, I'm livin' it/ And I'm livid with, how ya'll picture it/ Unless its just my camera that's gettin' this/ Motherfucker! open your eyes/ Shit ain't all good, how is that a surprise?/ Poverty's on the rise/ They fore closin' on homes, people homeless, take a look at who you're walkin' by/ Shit! I mean I realized/ If I was plannin' on just gettin' by, I ain't gonna survive/ So instead I decided to grind/ In the hood, and with music, and some people said I was foolish/ Some people said I was stupid/ The game don't like Spanish niggas, better try and produce shit/ Better write for some new kid/ Make sure that he's black, and make sure the hood got his back/ I said na! homie! I'm a do what I do/ Take my chances with that, and maybe that'll come through/ If not, at least I know, I gave it my all/ And I ain't give up on what I thought was my callin'/ That's all...

Verse 1 Girl... You know I love you, even when I say I hate you/ I even tell you to leave, really wantin' you to stay to/ Callin' you a liar when I noticed that you stay true/ Tellin' niggas fuck her, but I ask her out on dates to/ No games, but I see you like to play to/ Hard to get, girl don't make me run, don't wanna chase you/ Baby lemme paint a picture, lemme trace you/ Girl if you don't wanna come, I'm gonna take you/ Na if you don't wanna go, I ain't gone make you/ I'm on the grind anyway I gotta skate boo/ No time, for the frontin', gotta make moves/ Go get your MJB on, and breakthrough/ No lies, never cheatin', never even, tryin' keep it/ On the low, you gotta know, I wanna be there/ For you, every day, and every evenin', whether I'm awake or sleepin'/ Baby I feel like I'm dreamin' with you... C'mon girl you gotta know I... Verse 2 All jokes aside, I just approach her like/ If you want breakfast in the morning? then let's toast tonight/ C'mon ma, lemme show you that there's more to what you call a life/ I'm on point, like what you call a knife/ I'll make a, sharp incision, and your heart is drippin'/ Love and the blood, cuz, don't fuck with, but I am with it/ I put that, fire in it, the passion, the laughin'/ The cash, and the fashion, yes! I admit it/ I'm not your average, I'm lavish, I'm selfish, bad habit/ So if I ain't got it, then I got to have it/ Bring it to me baby I got the magic/ Stick, when I hit, that's it, she thinking marriage/ I'm thinking chill out, she's thinking carriage/ She's thinking children, I'm thinking that's it/ And it's not that I can't committ/ More like I already am baby music's my bitch/ And... Verse 3 Look on some real shit, even though I stutter at times/ Baby I already know, know, you're one of a kind/ Glad to know you're so-so-so-somethin' of mine/ So I don't have to reminse and think back to the time/ 'Cause the times now, I quit gettin' around/ The competition begins, can you get 'em to settle down?/ Or, is he too busy wearin' the crown?/ Head in the clouds, gassed, who's gettin' 'em down?/ Noboby, nice try though baby/ You can't play me, play lotto baby/ Look, I take life like Bruce Willis/ Ya know, live free, die hard, is the motto baby/ I'm hot though baby/ Un guapo, con chavo, ahora, besame en los labios baby/ I want you, you want me/ Got you, you got me, if it's not you, it's not me, and you know now baby...

Verse Most niggas just roam the park, then they go and spark/ Tough guys!? Scared to be alone when they home is dark/ And these the same dogs that are known to bark/ Call me Napoleon, way I'm rippin' they Bonaparte (Bone Apart)/ Me go and pop? Na I disown the glock/ Still keep em on they toes like holey socks/ See now, I gone senile, had to keep a gun on speed dial/ In case I gotta call a shot/ Don't hate cause I was all I got/ Now I got it all, seen it all, did it all, need it all, not at all/ Oh you wanna sleep son? You noddin' off/ He a internet gangsta, I'll sign em off/ Yellow tape, the line'll say "do not cross"/ And if you do, just another nigga login off/ Myspace G's/ Got a nigga like me askin' a motherfucka, step in my space please/ PC thug wanna chat it up/ But we ain't jumpin' into windows 'specially if we got the mac with us/ That's enough, I don't play no games/ Simon said you a snitch, but I don't say no names/ Hi Hater! do my Maino thing/ My niggas are strap hangers so, you don't wanna take no trains/ Change yo lane, or face yo pain/ 24 lines of death, I'm straight cocaine/ Muhfucka!

Where'd You Go Verse 1 I can't lie, I really felt like after the break-up/ Everything would be fine, cause we would just make up/ But then I had to wake up, and realize/ That I wouldn't see you with my eyes, when I wake up/ Sleepin' in an empty bed is so hard/ Knowin' that I can't rest my head by yo heart/ I just feel so dead and so gone/ Wishin' you were strong enough to hold on/ With both arms, and we could go on/ Weatherin' the storm, but instead you moved on/ And now I'm all alone with no one/ Hopin' that the past 2 and a half, have been fun/ I pray that this' a joke, it ain't done/ And you're just on a little vacation from me hun/ So won't you come back home a bit quicker/ So I don't have to look at your pictures/ Askin'... Verse 2 Day by day, I wish I was there holdin' ya hand/ Talkin' to you about life, and what are my plans, and/ As far as you and I, I understand/ You don't have the will power to fight for your man/ I was there, and I swear, I try when I can/ But I just couldn't meet your demands/ Now your leaving my side, I cried cause I couldn't see it/ Coming to an end, yet again, you kept a secret/ Cause you felt it inside, and let it ride/ And without you, I feel like its time for suicide/ Cause I know that I lost, what was mine/ And now I'm stuck holdin' this sign/ Sayin'... Verse 3 I want you to know, its fucked up, I got kicked to the curb/ Cause we both couldn't stick to our word/ Now I'm goin' insane, the pain got me drained/ Cause I used to think about rice droppin', instead of rain/ Instead I blame myself, for playing a game/ That I knew I would lose, without havin' a gain/ And now I'm ashamed, that the love we had has disappeared/ And you can see it in my tears/ Girl tell me...

Here I Go Again Verse Here I go again, niggas look, I'm back at it/ Murder any track, black mask, gloves, and jacket/ I ain't just in the cut son, I stabbed it/ Make 'em disappear, I swear I know magic/ Poof! be gone, and your roof be gone/ I'm at the top motherfucker what roof you on?/ I'm in the hood motherfucker whose stoop you on?/ Want war? son the boots is on, we troopin'/ NY, won't die, you know why?/ 'Cause I am that guy, and I am so fly/ And I am so bright, these lights just won't shine/ Young Money Dre know, I'm right, we get light/ The future, fuck it, the past and the present/ With no gift wrap, you suprised, I am legend/ I am gettin' it in, I ain't sweatin'/ I'm cool, I ain't pleasant, I'm rude, but that's me nigga/ I ain't you, I'm me, I ain't Wayne, but he hot/ I can't front, but I do what I do/ Get me on a beat, you get beat, and confused/ No lie, when I'm speakin' the truth/ Look! Kill 'em with real talk/ This from the same nigga that'll rob a tourist like welcome to New York/ I'm so hood, in fact, I'm so good/ In fact, I'm so bad, I'm mis-understood/ Think nigga, don't blink nigga, you see me/ Hi hater, my name is 3D/ The, main attraction, lames are slackin'/ Bring 'em down to earth like they plane is crashin'/ Spill the guts then you lay the grass in/ And, light it up, take your puffs, and pass it/ Me, I take a swig from the bottle homie!/ The models know me, hit the throttle homie!/ Go, go, I know where I been/ Don't know where I'm goin', so I don't pre-tend/ But, but, I know I'm gone win/ Got it motherfucker, now here I go again... Yep! yep! now here I go again...

I Loved You Hook I, devoted myself, and simply would struggle/ Day by day to solve the mystery of you/ I miss the way, I would kiss you and hug you/ And I would do anything just to touch you/ And there was no one I could put above you/ Heart had me gassed, until you burst the bubble/ And now I must prove, false what was once true/ This how I feel a-bout how I loved you/

Catch Me In The Hood Verse 1 Catch me in the hood, posted at the sto' (sto')/ And niggaz know the strip's still hotter than the stove (stove)/ Wash money with the laundry, let's do another load (load)/ We do it for the family, (and) we do it for the clothes/ We do it to be fresh, (and) we do it to be fly/ And, if you wanna try us we can put you in the sky/ We can put you on yo ass, we can put you on the grass/ We can put you in a casket, see you at the mass/ If you see us with a mask, nigga it ain't halloween/ Nigga we ready for robbery, we don't wanna be seen/ Homie, we keepin' it real, so, fuck the man of steel/ In the hood there ain't no hero's, so we had to steal/ And, man we had to deal, and, hold eachother down/ (So) So we know the code when you hear them sirens sound/ And, everybody's ghost, man we all know it's a fact/ So if you wanna see me, you know where to catch me at/ Nigga... Verse 2 So you can catch us in the hood, posted at the sto/ And, ya'll already know, why we keep the fitted low/ And, we got it to go, just incase we gotta go/ 'Cause if 5-0 roll up, then we gotta get low/ Homie, this isn't a joke, makin' money is for real/ And, most you niggaz fake, man you funny, homie chill!/ You never on the block, boy, you don't be outside/ I know you be in the crib, tell your friends you on the grind/ Tell me why you gotta lie? why can't you be yourself?/ And, getta job at target, stocking up the shelves/ You ain't droppin' out to sell, so you better stay school/ And, do what momma told you, please don't be a fool/ And, don't try and be cool, and, hustle from your house/ 'Cause if niggaz find out, they gone punch you in the mouth/ Take your money out the couch, and kick you down the stairs/ And, if you wanna see me nigga Joc'll tell you where?/ (You can catch me in the...) Verse 3 You can catch me in the hood, with my hood on/ Put that on my momma, my footprints on the corner, of any block I stood on/ I'm by the sto', with the O's, and the hoes, all know, where to go/ See the clothes, hear the flow/ And fa sho', I'm a blow, I'm a glow/ And the dough gone rise high enough, to cut everyone a loaf/ So, fuck the haters talkin'/ I shake 'em off and get to walkin', I promise they gone hate when they awake in coffins/ Man we make a fortune, son I'm takin' off, and/ I owe it to the hood, all good, take a portion/ Homie! take a porshe and, go head ice your crosses/ On me, as you can see, why? 'cause I was fortunate/ Lucky me, mister 3-R-D/ Out the borough of the Bronx, up in N.Y.C. (See!)/ But, coast to coast I, do it for my family/ Hustlers worldwide, tell 'em you know where to catch me/

Matter Fact Awol I got you, M-Park... Roketears! this the Takeoff... Listen up... Hook Lemme tell you why the X is me, matter fact, lemme tell you why the best is me/ Matter fact, lemme tell you niggas rest in peace, 'cause can't a motherfucker step to me/ Best believe... Verse 1 Look, The borough that birthed it/ Also gave birth to a nigga with a sound wave so big you could surf it/ And on the surface, he look all normal/ Until he spread his wings, and took off on you/ Want beef homie!? I could have a cook off on you/ Take your life have the reaper pull a jux off on you/ Warn you once, never tell you twice/ And, once you gone, can't a motherfucker sell you life/ So say goodnight to the bad guy, that guy/ That could pass by, on a half pipe homeboy, now that's grindin'/ Son's shinin', that's right and that's blindin'/ Bronx is back, on the map, google that, and you'll find 'em (Yep!)/ Right where he 'posed to be/ Man you can't be focused, if you don't notice me/ Pray to your roserie, I was the one chosen/ The, golden child, you can even see the glow in me/ Verse 2 I do it for the borough/ The music, the movement, in tune with the goons that keep it so thorough/ Hello! welcome to the Bronx!/ Where the minute you park your car? we'll, take it all apart/ Take it to the heart, this where it made it's start/ Hip-hop, tick tock, flava flav was on the charts/ Now I have to make a mark/ M-Park, Roketear, take off, no days off, I am on my job/ Hard work, dedication, no vacation, I been patient/ Now I'm fuckin' tired of waitin'/ Time is waistin', time is money/ So you niggas gotta pay me by the hour for a conversation/ Keep on hatin', but I'm a make it/ Son, every track fire I swear man I record with satan/ I'm just sayin', I got what it takes/ I'm chasin' a dream, but I'm a nightmare in the makin'/ So... Verse 3 3D is so ready/ Unlike the rest, they whack, they soft, they drop, they break, make no mistake/ He is so heavy/ He may cause a quake when he land, probably have the ground break in Japan/ I ain't even try makin' the band/ Diddy! I'm a one man band man, Swizzy shakin' my hand/ Damn! Kay slayin' 'em, ak's layin' 'em down/ You talk noise, but ain't makin' a sound/ Heart breaker, stay break 'em down/ Heard you need a place to stay, well you can stay in the ground/ Motherfucker! ain't nobody playin' around/ With you action figures, actin', when they say action nigga/ K-I-N-G of the N-Y-C, H-N-I-C, on the M-I-C/ God Emcee, of H-I-P - H-O-P, the game ain't shit without 3-r-d/ So...

Misunderstood Verse 1 I rap 'bout drugs, must sell 'em all the time/ Must talk 'bout guns 'cause I'm always with a 9/ Why talk 'bout violence? if I ain't commitin' crimes/ I must rap 'bout money, 'cause I ain't gotta dime/ Why lie? shit, thought this nigga was the truth/ Now I can't believe a word, when he step up in the booth/ Step up on the block, he ain't never on his stoop/ He ain't never on the grind, he ain't never on the move/ God I'm so confused, what should I tell 'em next/ I gotta ghost writer and I gotta cut 'em checks?/ Gotta cut his neck, if he ever say word/ Gotta split personality, go on tell 'em 3rd/ (Word! the truth is I'll kill a nigga now/ I ain't on the grind, nigga tell me how that sound?/ I ain't movin' weight, yet I got it by the pound/ I could getta nigga wet, hit the hood and watch 'em drown/) Verse 2 I mean... I got good intentions/ Meant to go to class, but I didn't, now I'm sittin' in detention/ There's shit a nigga says, and there's shit I shouldn't mention/ I took a lot of shit, while there wasn't loss prevention/ Enterin' the game, finally got a chance to start/ Gotta chance to play, but I gotta play it smart/ See if I try to be myself, then I ain't gettin' far/ So I let my alter-ego take control, and play his part/ 3rd, (yessir! step back motherfucker/ Go to college, be something, that's that motherfucker/ Listen closely, see these streets ain't for you/ They for me, I survive, you could die, you will lose/ I can win, I could ride, you could try, to be cool/ But in this cold world the sun is colder than you/ So put the weed down, yes! the hennesy too/ And head back to class, 'fore I take you to school/) Verse 3 I'm misunderstood honestly/ It's gotta be the lies I hear constantly, drivin' me to honesty/ Honor me, sort of like you did with Obama see/ I probably, gotta better chance with robbery/ Honestly, hey you never know, I'm the lottery/ Let's take it back to double 0-7 like Connery/ One year ago, I was lost on how to be/ 3rd, 3D, or 3rd Degry, I've gotta be/ Me, myself, and I, times 3, that's 9 of me/ 9 times the problem for those still denyin' me/ No one's out shinin' me, no one's out rhymin' me/ Can't a nigga see 3D, they all blind to me/ The game's in a bind with me, finally I got it b/ Gotta set a nigga on fire to be hot as me/ And that's why it's me... Now ride with me...

Still Hustle Verse 1 It starts with a street dream, wanna see cream?/ Getta street team, and a product, that'll keep fiends/ On the comeback, make 'em run back/ To the strip, where you posted on the wall like a thumb-tack/ Keep your funds stacked, with a extra stash/ Incase you need bail, if some bullshit happens/ Watch for the D's, narc's on the block, in a van/ Tryin' to put you in the can with the beans/ Na mean, so if a nigga get knocked/ Make sure you show 'em love, or the snitchin' won't stop/ Keep a clip in those glocks, for tough guys/ Who just try to, bring you down, make sure that they touch sky/ Trust I ain't lyin' to ya, homie! it's so real/ Oh! you hot now, but this a cold world still/ Enough said, you supply, they demand it/ Don't get it? study the 10 crack commandments/ Nigga! Verse 2 I'm from where the teams huddle on the corner/ You smell the marijuana, the boys'll run up on ya/ And shake you down, son, these cops are crooked/ Book you with half, and take the other half and cook it/ Look its, simple as this, Jack, be nimble, be quick/ And keep quiet, you gotta have a symbol for shit/ Keep your dimples equipped, put a smile on your face/ Like "hey officer, how you doin' today?"/ Keep the movement away, from, wherever you rest your head/ Unless one day yo ass wanna end up dead/ Wake up with satan, in hell pitchin'/ With a, aprin on, bakin' in hell's kitchen/ Or a, cell, with bars in your face/ Prayin' to God, you don't getta scar on your face/ So, wise up, and rise up, like the tide/ But, remember you can't see shit if your eyes shut/ Verse 3 We hustle to survive, can't lie, it's easy money/ Besides uncle sam work hard to keep it from me/ And nigga I work hard to keep it coming/ On the block all day son Motumbo's nothin'/ Stay humble though, don't get gassed/ Once your tanks on E, you goin' nowhere fast/ Hoes here ask, nigga, how you makin' your bread?/ Does it matter? you still givin' me head/ Real talk, real recognize real, you ain't from 'round my way/ Comin' at me sideways, that ain't a real walk/ Mouth always open, that ain't how real talk/ My money's all tall, you lookin' real short/ The real don't get caught, or, if they get caught/ They stay shut, they ain't sayin' shit up in court/ So, I hope ya'll was payin' attention/ Takin' some notes down, and learnin' your lesson/ Listen...