Can It Be All So Simple

KnowhatI'msayin', take you on this lyrical high real quick
Nineteen ninety three exoticness
KnowhatI'msayin', let's get technical
Where's your bone at, get up on that shit aight
Yo

Started off on the island, A K Shaolin
Niggaz whylin', gun shots thrown the phone dialin'
Back in the days of eight now, makin' a tape now
Rae gotta get a plate now

Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one
Till I got
Thrown one
Yeah, my pops was a fiend since sixteen
Shootin' that
(That's that shit)
In his blood stream

That's the life of a crimey, real live crimey
If niggas know the half is behind me
Day one, yo, growin' all up in the ghetto
Now I'm a weed fiend, jettin' the Palmetto

In Medina, yo no doubt the God got crazy clout
Pushin' the big joint from down south
So if you're filthy stacked up
Betta watch ya back and duck
'Cause these fiends they got it cracked up

Now my man from up north, now he got the law
It's solid as a rock and crazy salt
No jokes, I'm not playin', get his folks
Desert Eagle his dick and put 'em in a yolk

And to know for sure, I got Reck and Rip shop
I pointed a gat at his mother's knot
(Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man, don't do that shit)
Fuck that

Dedicated to the winners and the losers
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
Dedicated to all jeeps and land cruisers
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
Dedicated to the Y's, 850 I's
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)

Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ax
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
Dedicated to MPV's Phat
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
Nigguh, yeah, yeah!

Yo, kickin' the fly cliches
Doin' duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day
Though I'm tired of bustin' off shots havin' to rock knots
Runnin' up in spots and makin' shit hot

I'd rather flip shows instead of those
Hangin' on my living room wall
My first joint, and it went gold

I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade
Plus the spot light, gettin' my dick rubbed all night
I wanna have me a phat yacht
And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops

But for now, it just a big dream
'Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen
My thoughts must be relaxed be able to maintain
'Cause times is changed and life is strange
The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doin' bad
Yo, mad lives is up for grabs

Brothers, passin' away, I gotta make wakes
Receivin' all types of calls from upstate
Yo, I can't cope with the pressure
Settlin' for lesser
The God left lessons on my dresser

So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way
Continue to make more hits with Rae and A
Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime
Peace to mankind Ghostface carry a black nine, nigga
Word up, it's on like that

Can it be that it was all so simple then
Can it be that it was all so simple then
Can it be that it was all so simple then
Can it be that it was all so simple then

Can it be that
Can it
Was all so simple then
Can it be that it was all
Simple then

Can it be
Can it be that it was all so simple then
Can it be that it was all so simple then
Can it be that it was all so simple then



Credits
Writer(s): Gary E. Grice, Jason S. Hunter, Marvin Hamlisch, Alan Bergman, Marilyn Bergman, Lamont Hawkins, Corey Woods, Dennis David Coles, Russell T. Jones, Clifford Smith, Robert F. Diggs
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