Love On Haight Street

(...The vibrations and compatibility - I think it's like a magnet)

(the magnet brings to itself steel)

(we shall wait no longer)

(we look forward to a future, where life is...)

For rap it's live and die as we hurl thru outer space

Witness the Omega theory in the lines of my face

Caught up in dead aim

Picky to ferris is startin' over

Checkin' for phat rhymes to help us start gold'n over

And replicate

Cowards better get this shit straight

Grand and Fiz done brought it to yo face some more then I play

Young stars push weight, bad brawls, who take the bait

Evolve, and lay low without constant marinate

Livin'... live for hip hop - two for Bicardi and women - three four

The legal hustle: cash money and women

'til the day I die, strive to be a corporate exec

Vocal graphics like Pentium II, 3D effect

Grand and V I apply 'nuff pressure to snap yer neck

Keep it bouncin' like P R records and bad checks

(tell me when you ready) (I am ready)

(check 'em out) (listen to this)

My inner thoughts get caught dwellin' in the valley with heat

Keep it primed all the time for these bruthas I meet

That be talkin' behind my back

Thinkin' they slick and sometimes it be the bruthas in ya clique

Don't be fooled, they'll tell you that it's cool

The brutha that you knew for twelve years back in school

Back on the set and coverin' all bets

The lyric champagne that's keepin' you all wet

But don't celebrate let's get some things straight

Started nine-7 but finished in nine-8

Dogs at the gate for unexpected guests

One hundred percent cuz I expect the best

Nuttin' less

Don't hit Ras with the stress

Spittin' rhymes hard that's crackin' the bird chest

Took me twelve months to stack money in lumps

Far from livin' foul but further from Don Trump

Hit the speed bumps got slowed but still flow

Huntin' bruthas down for money they still owe (owe)

Bruthas gettin' killed and bruthas in cell blocks

Comin' home to bills that's fillin' my mail box

Felt all the pain thru sunshine and rain

Hopin' one day that all of this will change

Had to rearrange my life - I strike twice

Standin' on the curb with bruthas rollin' the dice

Never nuttin' nice when all of yo cash flow (what)

'pends on how the ivory's hittin' the Castro

You know - that if you ever needed Rasco

That I would be the first to stand in toe-to-toe

I never ran - my moms raised a real man

Taught me all the tricks to formulate the plans

World in my hand - she said it was all mine

Always made sure that everything was fine

Stop it on the dime - drop nuttin' but ill rhymes

Started as a hobby - I did it to kill time

Now it's got perks - no longer the desk clerk

But sometimes that's where I was doin' my best work

Hope that vest work - we spittin' the teflon

Get out of the way before you get stepped on

Never negative we keepin' it on pos

Team with BT - we doin' it for the cause

Because (because)

(check it out)