True 2 Life did NOT come about when Hob went to school-It came in 2000.Hob, Me & "Diamond".I got 9 mahfuckaz that'll vouch, fuck they bullshit.This was OUR venture.We got back together [since 1992] in 2000 & he had the name-I just came from a shitty team [Ignorant & Rude Rec] & was ready for a switch.I brought my niggas in, the team that was ALWAYS there, & he was cool.Then, the nigga I thought was gonna do it to it, Shyce, got locked up.

At that point, when everybody [including Hob for 2 yrs] didn't care about T2L, the hope was in Shyce.We repped him, kept his name ringin', all the shit U do for the team & a real nigga.I kept the name on the street, bangin', niggas reppin' without a prob-jus for the name.But then, the shit starts.He said, she said.

Hob said it was my niggas, but my niggas said it was Hob.So, a meeting was to be held.I ain't no sucka tho', U ain't catchin' me in a trap.So I ain't go.Niggas that know me know what it is, I ain't stupid.Come see me.20 mins after the meeting was supposed to start, Hob come to my house, sayin' my team gonna jump me.My team told me otherwise [thanx niggas].

I've known Hob for so long, it dosen't surprise me.I grew up wit him-he's never fought a fight.His brother fought for him.While I'm fightin' for my own, he get his fights fought for him.My thing is, this dude don't know Hip Hop.Sure, he grew up around it & listened to it, but he has no ear.Speakin' of grow up, he gets clowned in his own hood, the hood I used to get jumped in [Kirwan Homes, Campbell].

Fleet thinks he poses a threat, but he gotta respect his elders.He can get hurt.Niggaz at him already.Then, his brother talkin' shit [the other nigga I used to see next to him when they was little on 13th street, Fleet lookin' like a girl.] to my niggas.He got chewed by my nigga Young Luck from the Land, but he had alot to say about me.

It takes me.My pops used to fuck they aunt.I used to watch his cousins.I'm fam wit his aunt Gina.He don't know me.AT ALL.But he love Hob.Everything about him.

These niggas rappin' on other beats, talkin' bout they sell.Ok, you sell, but 2 copies a month.Then, ya boss wanna buy covers wit no songs on 'em-it don't seem wrong?I MEAN [props to Frank Nitti] STOOPID, we make ALL original shit.When mahfuckas payin' cash money & the track listing says "track 1, track 2", U gets nothing.What niggas gonna say, "U heard 13 on True 2 Life?"C'mon man.THATS the talkin' thru tha hood.

I've never said nothin' about them except for looking out for Fleet when we was cool["Watch yo back, Hob be bullshittin'"].Thats it.Am I wrong for lookin' out?Fuck.

I'm too nice to people.Right now, I'm gonna drop my album, & I'm done spittin'.U just gonna feel my production.But if hoes wanna come out they face, a serving shall follow.

-----------BUMP