Lyrics Struggle 2 the Top - Sir Dyno

Started with the four track
Now I got the money stacks
Crank and the sacks wanna meet me out back
I got the product pure uncut darkroom funk
Can you hear the slumps
Let me put you in my trunk
Eleven years paid dues
What do I got to prove
Everything we do is just a business move
If you lack in this business get left behind
I'm running out of time so it's the sign to rhyme
I got thirty more days to turn myself in
If life is a game then I'm destined to win
I gotta reach the top man I'm almost there
Just a little farther now to the top of the stairs
Been puttin blood and sweat to get where I am
If you stand in my way then I don't give a damn if it's me or you vato your as good as dead
I'll leave you in a puddle of red dump your body in Merced

(Dub)

I got my mind made up I wanna make all the green
For those who don't know me I'm d-u-b
Now you cats gotta show me a little more love on the streets cuz I'm puttin in much work makin all these damn beats
For the fools who know me you know we do this
Let our fingers do the walkin and some of us shoot the
Pushin me in circles I just wanna chill
Fuck all the bullshit I had to start my own thing
My own label got your hoes on my team
That's a bet muthafucka Dub's a federali
Ready to go platinum in the valley and the bay

I'm flippin money like fingers
Hoes wanna fuck rap singers
I'm a shallow muthafucka only dirt diggler
She wants to fuck a rapper celebrity status
Use her
Big butt titties vagina I'll do her
Every fucker wants to buy all these darkroom jams
We drop the dopest shit in killa cali
I got sick of rally so I threw crook up in the alley
Now I'm smobbin like them old school players from the town
I'm from the north but I represent the brown
Fuck them clowns
I can't stand damb whitey kill him Pete Wilson
I'm sick of strugglin now it's time to pull out the Smith and Wesson
Now you'll learn your lesson minorities stick to the struggle
It's to to put in some muscle
Fuck them assholes
You wanna act like bitches ciz-ock