Back in the early 90s, gangster days, we used to roll On the block, street soldiers, never s7old our souls Spitting rhymes, flipping dimes, we were ahead of our times I remember.... Hustling every day, trying to make a way Surviving in the concrete jungle, where the wild animals play No chorus, no bridge, just straight lyrical assault We were the kings of the streets, never caring about the cost Riding low in the whip,windows tinted, never seen Money, power, respect, that's the only thing we mean Stacking paper, counting figures, living life on the edge Gangster mentality, always ready to pledge No time for games, this life was real Every move calculated, always staying concealed Early 90s, where the G's ruled the scene No one could touch us, we were living the dream Busta Rhymes style, breaking the beat, causing a riot Flowing like a beast, never staying quiet 16 bars of fire, burning through the mic Early 90s, gangster days, we had it just right No intro, no outro, just straight raw energy We were the definition of true street synergy Running with the crew, tighter than family ties Taking over the city, reaching for the skies we never missed a beat Moving so fast, you couldn't keep up with our fleet Living life on the edge, every day was a thrill Early 90s, gangster days, we had the skill No chorus, no bridge, just pure lyrical flow Busta Rhymes style, taking the rap game by storm, you know 16 bars of madness, leaving you in awe Early 90s, gangster days, forever we'll stand tall