Song Description

This song exposes the ups and downs of the rap biz,.. that an independant and even major artist go through,dealin with these hardheads and these hoochies you allready know, It tells how so called gangsters and groupies hate and show love, but no matter what the point of th e song is that the artist will continue to do what he does,.

Lyrics

Hook: Im out here in the mix, Just,. Makin my doe,..But dealin wit these hardheads, and These hoochies, you allready know,(Allready)Im out here in the mix, just makin my doe,.. But dealin wit these gangstas and these groupies,..You allready know(you allready know)

Verse one.

Now you allready know, But, If you dont,
Beware of these hardheads,and hoochies, That front,..

Allways trying to run,Some kind of game,..
Trying to get over, thinking I still wont gain,..

But, Im a,.. maintain,..Cause,.. Im a,..Grown ass mane,..
Im a,. Do what I got to do,.. and,. Say what I got to say,..

I call it,..Like I see it,..Now can you see,..what Im seeing,..
I aint trying to be them,..im just,.Trying to be me,.. and,..

Do what I been doing,.. For all these years,..
They thought,..I was a nobody,..But,. I made it here,..

I make it clear,.. For you to understand,..
They call me,.. Blackgoodfella,..Like a,..Mob,..Hitman,..

See, I am,.. Affilliated,.. With these streets,..
Alot of rappers,.. Call theyself black,.. But they aint me,..

Im the one and only,.. Blackgoodfella,.. For life,..
So stop,.. Hatin on my name,.. Before,.. I loose my mind,..

Verse two.

Dealin wit some of you wanna bees,.. Make me sick,..
Black cant,.. Black wont,.. Black dat,.. Black dis,..

Get off black tip,.Im gettin rich,..and, Thats it,..
Thats all you need to know,..So stay up out of my biz,..

Being negative,.. You got me all wrong pal,..
If you said,.. I cant,.. Make it,..Wit my style,..

Cause,.. Im versatile,..and,.. I talk about,..
True life type,.. Issues,.. Thats no doubt,..

So you figure it out,.. Am I real or fake,..
Evaluate my subject matter,.. Now can you relate,..

And,.. If you cant,.. Then yo comprehension is low,..
Way below zero,.. Thats yo final sco,..

Now you allready know,.. and,.. You gotta except,..
You wasnt ready for the test of time,.. To show,. Im one of the best,..

I cant deal wit some of yall so I roll solo,..
Some of ya messier than hoochies,.. Now you allready know,..

Verse three.

Im out here in the mix for life,..
And gotta deal wit different type of people,.. All the time,..

Wit they gangsta ways,.. Trying to judge my rhymes,..
But,.. Im a,.. Stay focused,.. Cause,.. I gotta do mine,..

And keep money on my mind,.. And keep money in my pockets,.
Put it inside a safe,..Forget about it,.. And lock it,..

And,.. Now hardheads is watchin,.. And,.. Thes hoochies is jockin,..
So I keep my rascoe ,.. Close,.. Just incase,.. I have to pop it,..

Nothings surprising to me,.. Things happen unexpectedly,..
You gotta be ready for whatever,. When you in these streets,..

Im rappin you up on this beat,.. Send you to yo mommy in plastic,..
I aint got no time to play,..This world to crazy and dramatic,..

See,.. Its too much static,.. And alot of tention,.. In this business,..
Thinkin,.. That you know it all,. Just keep learnin and livin

Im a,.. Keep dealin my rhymes,.. Ima,.. stack my money high,..
A true life major boy,.. Followin my first mind,.. Thats why,..