Ignorant Shit (YC)

YC....DA KIDD of October
Flyin high bt on 10/3/93 I made a stop ova
Came out the womb wit mo ups n downs than a stockholder
The fans took my pix and idolized my poster
I stay up like pants wit holsters
Greatest of all fuckin time I,I,I though I told ya
Wisdom grows wit age so by the minute I'm gettin olda
15 years and everythang still goody good
Lauderdale Manors is still my fuckin hood
Even when they said I wouldn't I showed I could
Now watch as I take Hip Hop up there
No matter where I;m at the moneys' alwayz there
Moving fast as a bear wit no care
No carebear, YC is takin ya'll up there
Life has no equal portions, no fair
So I lock my self up in a chamber in this lair
Dnt cry for me, no onion, bt I got layers
Understand this is somewhat of a hommage
To those who are accomplished
Bt no wack rappers, that got less energy than the amish
And as for me I do this for the fact
That the boomerangs we call kind gestures will comeback
Like a ATT house phone, Im always on tap
Neva to be put on hold cause they know I'm lickin my chaps
Cause I carry my city on my back
Ok, I want u to sit and listen
And pay money or attention
To the genious u bout 2 witness
I smell like money and success is my insence
All this is done with thought out intent
To shine on those who are wicked
For Hip Hop nothin is eva 2 expensive
And for my city I'm the only representative