Memoirs Of Shawty Loc (Ambition Remix)

Verse (M.A.B
Ashy Knuckles, No necklaces
No Benzies, or rolexes
Hot winters, No vest, it's just
These streets is just so reckless, its
No Protection, so No Progression
I wish I knew it'll get more tense when you exit
Cuz then I would've been this way when I entered
I'm self-centered, Self made, self settled
I was up wit it, so witty, showed no pity
Had to go get it, that money, don't forget it
No loafin with it, flow remained so Pro-acidic
I'm focused with it. Who You kidding? No Specifics
Naw, see, that's just the game that I Learned
Never claimed religion, so there was no praying for my turn!
People slanging rocks, man I was out there slanging with my words!
No graffiti artists, but they keep on sprayin on my curb!(Uh!)
Now I got relatives layin on my curb!
That's the reason why there stay so much pain in my words!(Uh!)
That was back when I was reppin 44
Growin to a lil rebel, homies called him SHAWTY LOC
Shawty Tote, no Glock nines, just hot rhymes
Cold poet, Pulled them hot dimes with hot lines
Sold some dope, got that cake now, from playgrounds
Never broke, pesos out the A-hole, watchu say now?!
What he make now? it don't matter
He shatter nigga's impressions by climbing up the ladder
Haters madder, pockets fatter, so fuck up!
He one up, he want us to come up!
I love it! I run us! its nothing above us!
So who want it mo?! can't find another!
Growin old, never fold, soul? Made of rubber!
Less paid than others, But was raised and struggled then
Remained so humble, so he strayed from trouble and then
Played the double press, my outlet was indo
Made some income, no more info
Hear dat? 10-4, Learned from kin folk
That dope, I been toke, and sensed hope
From no one. And That's cuz I ain't want it, naw
Oh you want it now? See I don't need it now
See, all I needs a pound, and we gon break it down
I said we break it down!
And waitress, bring another round, For my niggas with that Ambition!

(With that Ambition!)