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[B.B. Jay]
Theres an old saying that every dog has his day I want`chall to know a lil somthin somthin Every child of God has his season And right about now, its all mine Yo, check it, check it It seems as it was just yesterday I was doing po`ly Surrounded by jokers that couldn`t do nothing fo` me I was broker than a vase, living like a pauper Poverty followed me everywhere like a stalker Native New Yorker, born in Brook`lawn Grew up in Jersey where you die if you look wrong Hooked on somethin coloussal (Word to God) Holy hip-hop apostle (God Squad) Original general, quite like a girdle Representin Jesus the eternal life colonel I`m over like a hurdle, harder than the turdle Lyrics healthier than herbal B.B. Jays sturdy, never profane Never x-rated or dirty, never ashamed (Holy hustler) Practice sold faithful I`m on some holy holy, emcees be greatful Hook: [B.B. Jay] I hate to say I told you so, but didn`t I? Tell you I was gonna blow-up and be the bomb Everybody had mad jokes when I was strugglin Now I`m fat like that, what, word to God I hate to say I told you so, but didn`t I? Tell you I was gonna blow-up and be the bomb Everybody had mad jokes when I was strugglin Now I`m fat like that, what, word to God [B.B. Jay] Check it It all started way back when I was a chap in grade school Used to write songs an` poems in the day room Every music award show, yo I stayed tuned Word to God, as true as I grew, kids made room No doubt, rejection was a sho` thing Never get love until you doing yo` thang You know how it is, around ghetto kids Hype, do you sign ??? Made a lot of rap fears when I drops mines Lotta cats did all they could to stop mines Recognize yo, you can`t stop the shine Or the glow, ice on ice, I make livin look pro Show ya right, the son of abraham I am Born American, culture African A lotta of imposters I peeped your cheif-tan I`m a holy hustler, backwards buster Hook [B.B. Jay] I used to rock a lot, back in the day, back of the class In back of the school, battlin for cash in back of tha cab I used jack up a lotta (Rap dummies) I used to stak up a lotta (Lunch money) Dough fo` sho` my flow was a number one Yo, I told you cats since day number one B.B. Jay ain`t nothin but a plan and a man But little did you know I had the power of I Am All day from the getty up Even back when I was leaving cats belly up With they skull cracked, uh huh I ain`t always where I be at Used to get buzzed with cous` like "where the tree at?" Life of sin, had to flee that, palm was icy On my way to hell, believe that, on some shiesty Now I see clearly, holy life the nicest Fat pastor, loungin with the righteous Hook x2
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