Documentary of a Gangsta Rakim

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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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 O.G. 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