DJ Supa Dave - Pages of My Life lyrics

But, I think you should know [Verse 1] Yeah, that's right, suicide mission (feel me) Just because the boy do or die livin' Like he was born and Bed Stuy, 45 liftin' n***as, get this guy twisted He slide clips in This one for my Queens n***as that died pitchin' I was objected to hood sh** in mom's kitchen Pops co*ked a pump and watched fried chicken I'm three years old standing there my eyes were drippin' Swinging little fists on him, but only die hittin' And the small rage I had only made him laugh Years later moms would tell me to save my a** Memory lane pain deep as a razor slash Had a baby sister that die young her name was Robyn She went to sleep when the grim reaper was cradle rockin' Over my right shoulder here I got an angel watchin' I put my heart on the paper with the table wobblin' Moms (???) for the time you was in labor droppin' It probably never occurred that you would raise a (???) Far from the moves just a state of knockin' ??? Suffer long enough it's time for something major poppin' [Hook] Yeah I'm make sure they get me right (right, dog) Flip through the pages of my life See the scars were some chose to stick the knife On some real sh**, these are the pages of my life Born fighter I'm sticking to the script, precise Can't play fair here, you got to fix the dice Lost everything I love trying to grip it tight Decided to write the real pages of my life [Verse 2] Mid-chapter, age eleven was a little ba*tard I'm like kids my age, wanted to fizzle faster With the older gang, joined the house robbery Wasn't scared of Doberman and their property (nah, dog) That's why the real n***as still rock with me Easy, while the paper is were I drop the weed OE 800 we wanted, 99th of 1 of 6 we're straight gunners (wa**up, yo) Now the little n***a, but his heart was humongous My older man, Frog in the schoolyard in summer Later he blew the face of Jake, he doin' numbers Most of you know how the Queens do the coppers Rastas hit a top sheen with a chopper At sixteen was on the scene and prosper Was when a n***a moved back from (???) Back to Corona (no doubt) to homebase (word up) From a place that made me a little grown-er But would never forget the PJs It's twelve days, that Steve (???), shortee rock LA, (???) Mori Croc's Pelle When we ring the top bell ay (???) my back in the days, shortee and 12A The best rapper from the hood that's were the belt stays [Hook] Yeah I'm make sure they get me right (right, dog) Flip through the pages of my life See the scars were some chose to stick the knife On some real sh**, these are the pages of my life Born fighter I'm sticking to the script, precise Can't play fair here, you got to fix the dice