Artist: Cappadonna Album: Wu-South Song: Born in N.Y.C. Typed by: Cno Evil [Cappadonna] I was born in New York City, September 18th In a Jewish hospital in Brooklyn, my body was clean I was known as a bastard child, and my pop left early Muthafucka, I ain't know his style I was raised by my step-dad, that's my father A good married man, plus kept a revolver Taught me not to hit ladies out, I don't really need 'em Never trust 'em hoes, know how to read them And my step-father split, I was out on my own I was only 17, but I thought I was grown I sold crack before I got my hands on the chrome At the same time, I had chicks giving me dome My girl claiming she virgin, not wanting to bone I did a one-to-three for cracks, and I came back home Seeded my girl up, but I was still on the roam I was out in Body Brighton, straight marking holmes Me and my nigga RSC, that's my doolah debt brother We held each other down, watch out for undercovers Eight months later, got knocked again Praying the lord lift me up, I got dropped again Cops took my crack money, stopped again Then they put me in the cell, and they locked me in My good girl turned savage, and she whopped my friend I did the bid, came down on work release Cut my girlfriend off, start working the streets Hustlin', doing whatever so my seed could eat My girl didn't get along, we always had beef Me and my seed relationship started to get weak Rapping at the same time, started to get deep My life got crazier, then I out stand it A year and a half later, my crib is surrounded I slipped off lovely, now I'm up in the Bronx One the Grand Concourse, that's up in New York Police scaring my mother, and they was calling the fort Harassing my peoples, cuz they want me in court So I turned myself in, they staight sent me to Sing-Sing I ain't new to this shit, though, I be doing my thing-thing So I did my violation, kid, nine in the mohawk Where niggas cut niggas and them dogs show off I bugged out for a minute, they put me in the box Kid, I did my time in jail, I carried my ox Never fronting where I come from, I carried my block Now I'm back on the set, and my darts is hot Same time my Wu-Tang niggas started to pop I was battling these MC's, way before that joint called Ice Cream Land, and you couldn't understand, how I claim my spot Razor Sharp Records signed me up, straight off cop I was shooting videos now and mixing the drinks Me and my dogs Rae & Ghost dropped a joint called Cuban Linx Mad groupie love, minage's and minks On the down low, my rep started to get bigger Everybody that didn't know me was like "whose that nigga?" Next thing you know, here comes The Pillage Hit you in the head, ramsack ya village Way before you rappers, turned into killers The Five Percent Nation had the game on Knowledge of Self To showin' all of ya niggas how to get the dollars for delf A lot of ya'll smart niggas went to college for health But I'm ghetto all of my life, my cards were dealt Might slump you over my paper, fuck the belt I'mma keep spittin' my darts, til my words are felt Poppy Wardrobe King, ya'll ain't know how to dress I told ya'll in Winter Warz, I was Staten Island's best Never told you the story though, I was taking a rest How I started blowing up, niggas getting upset Yo, I'm known as Original, in my projects I'm known as Cappadonna, in my projects And I'm try'nna write something, my readers could digest The Yin & Yang came different, I began to fall Problems with my click, it's no longer all for all Me and my Baltimore niggas, ready to brawl So we slipped up in the gate, like Taj Mahal The Clan was on the stage, they was holding the ball Then Ghost gave me the mic, my verse got avoided Me, Dust Dap' and Ed, was paranoided The money might of made it, but the money destroyed it The rumors circled how the Clan, they dissed Summer Jam Rose up against the system, we all got banned Some of the lost generation don't know who I am I'm on that Theodore shit, like I told you I can From crack sales to grams, the guns, the fams Weeds, the ecst' pills, plus crushin' the fans I see where them idiots be tuckin' they hands That's why I'm always on the grind, never ducking my plans