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raheim - life after hip-hop (radio) lyrics

[intro: raheim & sample]
they used to do it out in the park
that’s right
listen
karizma baby
they used to do it out in the park
yeah, all my freakasburg
what you sayin’?
you know what i’m sayin’
what’s your name?
[chorus]
i said whatchu gon’ do in about 3 years
no more fat cribs, no more german beers
no more puffin’ lot, no more stayin’ high
i’ll never sell my soul to the day that i die

[verse 1]
i plan on havin’ a mansion, television, satellite expansion
d+d+dip the h+lly hansen, sayin’ brother who took his chances?
plannin’ a get+rich+quick off of this rap sh+t
already 10 steps ahead, i got no time for hustlin’ backwards
some mc’s lack this and tryna look so lavish
they thinkin’ about the money
and are not thinkin’ about that future cabbagе
i just imagine what would happen if i wasn’t rappin’
the situation makеs me (ha+ha), starts laughin’
but perhaps when the papes start stackin’, infiltrators stop attackin’
no more bodyguards watchin’ my back and
chillin’ in mountaintops secluded cabins
i’m goin’ out in orderly fashion but still count a mega scratchin’
blastin’, takin’ no prisoners on my deadly adventure
’cause back in the day i was a bad n+gga
clockin’ figures, kickin’ it with the oldtimers
remember good times, forgettin’ bad was like alzheimers

[chorus: raheim & sample]
whatchu gon’ do in about 3 years?
no more fat cribs, no more german beers
no more puffin’ lot, no more stayin’ high
i’ll never sell my soul to the day that i die
whatchu gon’ do in about 3 years?
no more fat cribs, no more german beers
no more puffin’ lot, no more stayin’ high
i’ll never sell my soul to the day that i die
[verse 2]
just let me think what would happen if i didn’t mc
i’d probably be in college tryna get some knowledge and degrees
or still be on the streets tryna make those ends meet
sellin’ my demo tapes, doin’ whatever it takes
to sign a dotted line, the whole project a mastermind
but the very first time i grabbed the mic and set my first rhyme
my thanks is there, i think the age’s about ten
that i had to give miles ahead, no time for chasin’ skins
i had to stack my papers, watched the others catch the vapors
cut through so many capers, spendin’ cream with all the players from freakasburg
where i plan to have the stocks and plus my own buildings
same wife and two children plus some stacked in millions
no more probs or worn property, no more livin’ in poverty
’cause now i’m a commodity
usin’ manky strategies throughout the whole industry
before a salable, a+yo you bare to remember me

[chorus: raheim & sample]
whatchu gon’ do in about 3 years?
no more fat cribs, no more german beers
no more puffin’ lot, no more stayin’ high
i’ll never sell my soul to the day that i die
whatchu gon’ do in about 3 years?
no more fat cribs, no more german beers
no more puffin’ lot, no more stayin’ high
i’ll never sell my soul to the day that i die
[verse 3]
man the year was [?], no more wax and cd’s
it was a big catastrophe, no more video lp and mtv
the rapsody or the box
we better stop ’em ‘fore they put a lock on hip hop
i put a stop to em ’cause you see it’s all that i got
i’m only one stop from me bein’ on the top
as triflin’ spot, mellow and [?]
cluff dollars ’cause you know you was down since the very start
the whole crew likes it true, not in it for the loot
or actin’ cute, walkin’ around like the hands of [?]
it’s all about takin’ care the family business
makin’ those big decisions, carryin’ all out types of different missions
hold your positions, not worried about no top position
it’s all about the future, so just listen

[chorus: raheim & sample]
i said whatchu gon’ do in about 3 years?
no more fat cribs, no more german beers
no more puffin’ lot, no more stayin’ high
i’ll never sell my soul to the day that i die
whatchu gon’ do in about 3 years?
no more fat cribs, no more german beers
no more puffin’ lot, no more stayin’ high
i’ll never sell my soul to the day that i die

[outro: raheim & sample]
uh, my peoples up top
yeah
i said i’ll never sell my soul to the day that i die
[?] baby
i said i’ll never sell my soul to the day that i die
my street fam, yeah (the park)
i said i’ll never sell my soul to the day that i die, i die
freakasburg (in the park)
i said i’ll never (never) sell my soul to the day that i die
(do it out in the park)

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