True In The Game, As

Man, Me And Biggie Were The Biggest Artists In New York. When He Passed, I Was So Messed Up. My Attitude Was Messed Up About Him Dying. There Was An East-west Thing Back Then, And I Was In War Mode.

I'm The Young City Bandit, Hold Myself Down Singlehanded For Murder Raps, I Kick My Thoughts Alone, Get Remanded Born Alone, Die Alone, No Crew To Keep My Crown Or Throne I'm Deep By Sound Alone, Caved Inside In A Thousand Miles From Home

I Broke Into Shakespeare's Tomb And Stole His Remains, Grinded The Bones, Smoked It, Then Got In The Game

People Give Me A Better Understanding On Things That I Said, Or A Different Way To Look At It.

Through The Lights Cameras And Action, Glamour Glitters And Gold I Unfold The Scroll, Plant Seeds To Stampede The Globe.