Rakim - Documentary of a Gangsta lyrics

Hey yo, this right here man
Is like a documentary of a gangsta, man
The rise and fall

How em boys gone play me, they must be crazy
Baby, oh you better pay me
How em actors gone act up
Like I ain't got back up
Back up, 'fore you get smacked up
(where my paper man?)
Why they wanna play games with me
They don't know that I'm crazy
I don't know what they thinking
They must have been drinking
But look I'm that kingpin

He said slow paper is your outro
It's like spitting
Currency is all about flows
Like he can't eat his cake
And he starve, when the count low


He call the lab the bakery
He all about dough
Stuffing bread his pockets is hungry
You talking nonsense unless the
Topic is money
He call a hundred dollars a honey
Mommy's he call em dimes
So his mind's on his money
But Mommy's is on his mind
Like an OG focus on the come up
Think he F'ing around he approach
You with the gun up
Roll the blunt up and forget it happened
Stash the dollars
Bag the product and get it cracking
He get pies, he flipping em
Tricks, he tricking em, he call em heffers
He Hugh Heffing em, he pimping em
(where my money?)
Funds, he getting the ones for the connects
So have the ones correct when
He come to collect well here he come

How em boys gone play me, they must be crazy
Baby, oh you better pay me
How em actors gone act up
Like I ain't got back up
Back up, 'fore you get smacked up
(where my paper man?)
Why they wanna play games with me
They don't know that I'm crazy
I don't know what they thinking
They must have been drinking
But look I'm that kingpin

That sound like blood money
And I ain't just talking
Double dubbs club money
I'm talking drug money
Move out the hood money
Double up money, you can catch a slug money
This kid will murder you
More than a business
If you live it for revenue
It's principle never personal
Get rid of you if you
Blocking the bigger picture
He on the block thinking of
Guap and getting richer
He flips some urban blue, play with them keys
For them c notes so he
Can handle the whole piano
Hammers unloading ammo if his
Army ain't in harmony
He kill his own famo like Tony Soprano
He's trying to take it from minor to
Major in grind for the cake
His mind is made up, he'll die for the paper
Crime is second nature when you love cash
Do him dirty
He turn the ave into a blood bath
Here he come

How em boys gone play me, they must be crazy
Baby, oh you better pay me
How em actors gone act up
Like I ain't got back up
Back up, 'fore you get smacked up
(where my paper man?)
Why they wanna play games with me
They don't know that I'm crazy
I don't know what they thinking
They must have been drinking
But look I'm that kingpin

The heater buss that mean the reaper coming
Drug money keep em bugging not
The trees he puffing
Streets is buzzing about the repercussion
But he so much in love with
His bread the beef is nothing
He got metals for war just like a veteran
But now he bringing cheddar in
More than he ever been banked up
He stepped his hustle pimp smoked cold crack
Heroin game up, American gangster
Sleep with the fish while he rather loot and
You like balling
He like stealing and shooting
Comrades, customers, competition connects
And hustlers is wishing and plotting
The day of his death
What's his focus? Keys is
Even when karma catching up
It's hard to set him up
He's always holding heaters but yo
They know his weakness so they
Gave that bread to him
Somebody put a gun to his head
Guess what he said to em

How em boys gone play me, they must be crazy
Baby, oh you better pay me
How em actors gone act up
Like I ain't got back up
Back up, 'fore you get smacked up
(where my paper man?)
Why they wanna play games with me
They don't know that I'm crazy
I don't know what they thinking
They must have been drinking
But look I'm that kingpin