A Gangster And A Gentleman Styles P

[Intro]
Yes, pay full attention
This is for gangstas, this is for gentlemen
There's two kind of people out there
I happen to be the boss type
I'm a product of my environment
Blame the streets, I am what they made me

[Verse 1]
My pops came from Bed-Stuy, my mom came from Africa
I'm all nigga if you know what I mean
They hooked up in the '70's when liquor and weed was heavy
And had me in Corona, Queens
By the time I was seven my mom left my pop
Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers, New York
Then my mom remarried, had my little brother Gary
My sister a year later, let me gather my thoughts
By the time I was nine I was outta my mind
My step pops didn't like me beat me outta my mind
Ten and eleven? the same, I never would change
He still had to hit me, aggravate a little nigga
Still wearin' Skippys
Garf had Adidas and Pumas, I coulda had a pair
But Mommy said wait 'til Christmas, but I needed 'em sooner
If you heard I was broke, dawg it wasn't a rumor