Wherever I Go Lyrics - Birth Of A Prince - Rza

Yeah, uh, it's dark outside 

We still in the hood with this one, ya'll 

Yeah, from the projects, slums, Fort Greene 

Huh? Ain't no sun outside, never sunny where I'm from 

Always grimy, yo, yo, yo, yo 

Everyday is a struggle, but you can catch my team hustlin' to the late night 

Takin' risks, playin' dice, screamin' "We hate life!" 

Gettin' this money, but we want more 

I see a lot of niggas beefin', but they don't want war 

I heat targets, anything you sese, rob it, got beef like the meat market 

I'm clappin' captains, lieutenants, and police sergeants 

I got two hoes named Denise and Margaret 

They come through and finish drama after we start it 

All my chicks major, I rep N.Y. like a Knick player 

Get paper, split haters, I still spit and shit razors 

Got eight pair of sick 'gators, five watches 

Switch flavors, 50 red and blue rocks around the wrist, player 

My vision is deep the Division will creep 

Run up on you, start hittin' your peeps 

Nigga, we ain't playin, our mission's discreet 

I'm clippin' your peeps, have you missin' for weeks 

To let you know we ain't playin' 

Olive oil and fried tomatoes and basil 

I stepped in flared nasal from Hazelnut Amaretto 

My watch 80 G appraisal 

Plus they drop 50 G's for a RZA beat 

Cherry wood, hid the receipts, presidential suites 

Ice cold bottles of Cristy 'til my eyes misty 

Complainin' to my lawyer how this rookie tried to frisk me 

Jealous of my jeep, I gave his badge to the chief 

And got his ass directin' traffic in the heat for a week 

Keep comin' out your gums like loose teeth 

You gonna take a 40 to the mouth and it ain't no brewski 

That monitor gonna show straight lines like looseleaf 

Got Up North niggas straight out the box like Lucies 

Wanna shoot me? know you get a kick out of that just like Bruce Lee 

Ya'll don't wanna lose teeth 

Comin' all out of your face just like pimples 

That thing comin' out of my waist, gotta hit you 

'cause ya'll niggas ain't with it, better quit it 

'Til you catch one through that man dribblin' on your fitted 

That mean one through the front, through the back of the cap 

Like the great Pun packin' a Mac in the back of the Ac' 

You could take one, not talkin' bout a Ac' 

I get cake from the fat crack bag with them packs, what?