I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side.
Stayin’ alive was no jive. Had secondhands, Mom’s bounced on old man, so then we moved to Shaolin land.
A young youth, yo, rockin’ the gold tooth, ‘Lo goose. Only way I begin the G off was drug loot. And let’s start it like this, son. Rollin’ with this one and that one, pullin’ out gats for fun.