[Intro: Rakim]
Uh, yeah
Time is now
It's time for everything, but more importantly
Make sure you know what time it is, there's a lot going on
Times is changing
[Verse 1: Rakim]
Life ain't a game, but I'm winning (Uh) knowing my opponent is death
Loving every minute 'til not a moment is left
Like I ain't got a moment to rest before they bury me
The goal is to be one of the best and hope the legacy
Is what enormous is, performances stun him (Uh-huh)
The enormous lift street corners gеt from him
And all the chicks love him (Uh), the author еnforcin' this
Immoral is e pluribus unum (E pluribus unum)
Every day I get money
I'm good (Uh-huh), I'm still spending '86 money
Pull up in that new Brink truck, banked-up
Soon as these dudes get caked up, they bankrupt
Or banged-up (Uh) soon as they step foot on the curb
I get that love in the hood I deserve for puttin' in work (That's right)
Supply 'em like cook it and serve (Uh-huh), still so good it's absurd
How I feel, it's hard to put it in words
Like the present time (Uh), it's hard to capture the moment
Different rules, so many different views, that's lack of focus
Food for thought, now they make fool for thought (Uh-huh)
They brainwashed what you was taught, took your past and stole it
Buried truth with lies and leave it half decoded (Uh-huh)
If it ain't addin' up, do the math, expose it
This division is even more complicated after COVID (Uh-huh)
I feel it's time now, don't be the last to know it
[Chorus: Compton Menace]
Yay-yay, I feel it's time now (Yeah)
You see, I'm always in this classic shit, floatin' through the hoods, I gotta climb down (I gotta climb down, yeah)
I'm at the table, finish beef, I feel it's fine now (Feel it's fine now, yeah)
You ain't gotta worry bout that 'lil problem, you can shine now (East side)
Been through the classic car collection, I got a eye now (Got a eye)
Rakim in that nineties-style Benz, I gotta hide now (Gotta hide)
My bitch got the top down, this bucket cap is fly now (Light)
Still make a nigga lock down, so they know me from the pod now, look
[Verse 2: B.G.]
Real Gs in style (Style), never be outdated (Never)
Look mama, I made it (Mama) on the song with the greatest (Greatest)
Still rockin' the latest (Latest), been shittin' on haters (Been)
Busting since the '90s, been gettin' that paper (Been)
Blessed by my creator (God), been givin' me favor (Favor)
Been runnin' through hot girls, all type of flavors (Ah, hot, hot, hot)
Grew up with the takers, all the movers and shakers (Shakers)
Allergic to you bustas, irritated by fakers (Bustas)
Rather die 'fore I ever give the law a statement (Never)
Just a real one-on-one, you can't replace 'em (Never)
King of my city (City), streets know what I'm 'bout (You know)
Original Hot Boy (Hot, hot, hot), legend of the South
Rather die 'fore I ever give the law a statement (Never)
Just a real one-on-one, you can't replace 'em (Never)
King of my city (City), streets know what I'm 'bout (You know)
Original Hot Boy (Hot, hot, hot), legend of the South
[Chorus: Compton Menace]
Yay-yay, I feel it's time now (Yeah)
You see, I'm always in this classic shit, floatin' through the hoods, I gotta climb down (I gotta climb down, yeah)
I'm at the table, finish beef, I feel it's fine now (Feel it's fine now, yeah)
You ain't gotta worry bout that 'lil problem, you can shine now (East side)
Been through the classic car collection, I got a eye now (Got a eye)
Rakim in that nineties-style Benz, I gotta hide now (Gotta hide)
My bitch got the top down, this bucket cap is fly now (Light)
Still make a nigga lock down, so they know me from the pod now, look
[Verse 3: Hus KingPin]
Straw hat with the palm tree, Cuban plug, half Somali
He get the coke, throw in a mil', we call those don kis
'Cross the Bayou, his name Raul
I know a sister from Hempstead, I make a pussy piss bed thread
She got a fetish for Italy, trips to Venice
Fuckin' in the most expensive
What a moment to be alone with the master poet
Scary hour, I'm the nicest in the game (Huevo)
Less showers, I wrote the nice, right as rain (Ah)
Bullet shell, belly chain, Chanel smell, resemble Giselle
I had the '96 Knicks fade
Starks look, cross tattoo, mark of Matthew
Jamaica Avenue, jewels was bad news, streets watchin'
I load the Glock, hand to Rakim
Saga begins, season the city
She listen to B.G. and Biggie, squeezin' her kitty, Huevo (Ah)
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