ROCK

it was 1994,me,DUB and EDDIE-BO,three niggas with major flow,got together for the dough.INNOCENT BUT GUILTY u know us as I.B.G.out of ST.MARY PARISH and we call that S.M.P.the first time we recorded that night it stormed.and we felt to ourselves like a star was born.but recordin out a closet,won't bring us no profit.what u lookin for in mc's,believe we got it.so we up and made a move,the town was too small for our dreams of platinum plaques hangin on the wall.now we off in the FLATTS to get started,lookin for anybody who could get us recorded.everyday was a party,wildin,freestylin,knew we just had to be heard and someone would be hollin.this nigga CHRIS,knew a nigga named CHIP,who was workin on his shit, when he heard us spit.said come and take a flip,yall boys got skills.anybody here yall,they gon know yall real.so we met BIG J.,owner of HOTBOX.wanted us to jump on a compilation he about to put out.it was SILKY SLIM,D FALL,S.I.,BIG CHIEF,GODFATHER,THE DESCIPLES and I.B.G.UNUSUAL SUSPECTS,we laid down MAKE IT HAPPEN,to me that was the coldest song on the damn album.not knockin the other niggas cause the whole thang jam,but if u heard the cd u played that one back again.we had a show at CLUB LEXXUS.opened up for U.G.K.had the crowd rockin for BUN and PIMP even hit the stage.but that shit turned quick,HOTBOX wasn't legit.niggas was mad cause we had more people on our dick.now we chillin wit some hoes and some niggas they know,who had some niggas at the show that say them boys got flow.then this nigga BABY KENNETH said he got that paper,to take off the level we on and make us major.but that there was short lived.he got popped with some weight then turned us on to a nigga who had even more cake.that felt like a new day.we ain't even know DAMON,but he wanted us from BIG J.and was willin to pay him.rollin with REDBOY,fuck anything we did.now anything we do,we got to do it big.started off real gravey,then shit got shadey.shakin hands under tables.thinkin that he gon pay up.laid down one album and it was cold,but everything that shine ain't diamonds and gold.cd dropped in 99,passed all expectations.up and down highway 90 we had muthafuckas waitin.yeah we got props,respect on the street,but without money in our pocket a nigga can't eat.ain't get a penny off WE BALLIN,but still we kept recordin.we was hungry on DIRTY DIRTY u heard the dog barkin.hunger pains gettin stronger,niggas gettin growner.life is too short for spendin time on the corner.so i ask him like a man..a question for u cousin.if we sell 20,000 we still don't get nothin.successful but can't show it.he keepin all the dough shit.and before u know it,fuck u,we out the door bitch.now a year done went by,i ain't pick up a pen to write a rhyme.didn't think that i'ld ever do it again.but low and behold.DUB big brother,one money makin hustlin muthafucka.come along and put the shit back on my mind,now we back on the grind,kickin the fire line.but it's not I.B.G.,we left that with REDBOY.it's only me and DUB,my nigga BO done fell off.so it's DUB & ROCK.fuck the haters and the fakers.S.M.P. is where we from but now it's STRICTLY MAKING PAPER.tell me this won't jump off and i'll call u a lie.for these niggas i ain't BIG but i'm ready to die.u got MACK THA MONSTA,BIG WEEKS THA BEAST,when we eat it's like a feast big blunts and freaks.this how the shit suppossed to be,live and on stage.DELTA GRAND opened up for FACE and LIL WAYNE.in COLUMBUS,GA did a show with LIL JON,i was jiggin at the time,almost forgot a line.rocked the club with T I,hoes shake they booty man.got a beat from a nigga who made ICEY for GUCCI MANN...yeah..hundred dollar bill on front of the white t.we did the damn thing at the club for KAPPA BEACH.everything was cool,we was good to go,but vp and ceo wans't feelin my flow............................. 11,000 Layouts! @ HOT FreeLayouts.com