Let me spit some to ya
You gotta war on drugs, well, every other day a dyin' You yours, now let me show you mine Bring the six o'clock and let me walk 'em in my shoes Through what you call the city and what I call the blues
I'm broke and I ain't waitin' on a call From a to bust tables when Petie's got a job Makin' 35 a and all he do is run the streets niggas always caked up, chromed out and draped up
Constantly tellin' me, we to get this paper I'm skinny and it's he who get my weight up Straight up and I'm tired of missin' meals So I paid the man a visit, the goddamn deal? up?
It's to see you dog I you might've choked up Respect and Well, I can get you of 'em
I went inside, watchin' him break it When he was finished, he a nigga nine A nine millimeter, zips Said, If I each one for nine, I'd have grip
But I hesitated, I never sold a stone I done it fuck the hood up all my niggaz gone
And they ain't never comin' out with in consideration I took the and bounced I'm headed home, out in a zone Eyes on my luggage, I'm to get it on Get to the house, it all on the couch Gettin' this bank what it's
That's how a nigga made, got a nigga paid I'm a muthafuckin' jacker not a Get money everyday, it no other way how it is until they put me in a grave, nigga
I'm in the livin' room lookin' at the Got a razor and zipper baggies about to do the fool Cuttin' hundred dollar slabs, niggaz halves Gettin' money a muthafucka serivn' niggaz bags
Got the blocks all blown up, the whole smokin' Got a pistol, I ain't shot yet, so dude's open for it I'm just a youngster, I done it but I will 'Cause I was taught you got to get it so I get it how I
get my ma a crib, she ain't workin' So I'm forced to win the for the household 'Cause dad was no
Often in and out of caught a case out of town Got a body on his conscience but nobody made a He just goin' through the motions, he gonna beat the case I get down on my knees and beg the Lord to let him raise
Get up and get my workers out, 'em with the goods instructions to the goons to come up out the hood I ain't gotta pay the fronters, so I'm finna raise 'Cause the line is this homie, you gotta get paid
That's how a made they got a nigga paid I'm a muthafuckin' not a slave Get money everyday, it ain't no way That's how it is until they put me in a grave,
I never learned the trade, I with chess and spades The only other game a nigga learned to was hoppin' yay 'cause kissin' ass was gay I'm on my business, I want money I'm jade
Well, I'm the nigga in the hood, these homies wanna be like I got when was good but now-a-days off in this street life These niggaz switch it on you, to put you in the crosses Now he standin' in your crib and got a in your mouth
That's your muthafuckin' boy, he popped you and popped your Now he headed to the closet and he about to it all So watch your muthafuckin' friends 'cause them the ones sell you out Ain't no future in bein' when niggaz see you want the top
Jealous hearted muthafuckas, always quick to say you I don't want another homie dog, he swallowed and chased it You can make it like I made it, I think, it's you do it dolo That way niggaz say shit about you when talkin' to the po po
Oh you, you know that dude that me my come up I caught him out the neighborhood and had him done up That's why I'm skeptic when it comes to different I know, I got it comin' but 'til then I'll get my bank, shit
Shit Fuck you this is, man? food for thought That's how this go, no
You been frontin' you Fuckin' you, all your muthafuckin' life And he the talkin' to the people You
Get nigga ass outta here I by my muthafuckin' self for me
That's how a nigga made, they got a nigga I'm a jacker not a slave Get money everyday, it no other way That's how it is they put me in a grave, nigga
I learned the trade, I fuck with chess and spades The only other game a nigga learned to was Workin' hoppin' yay kissin' ass was gay I'm on my business, I want money like I'm