Let me spit game to ya
You gotta war on drugs, well, other day a nigga's dyin' You showed yours, now let me show you Bring the six news and let me walk 'em in my shoes Through what you call the inner and what I call the blues
I'm broke here and I ain't on a call From a restaurant to bust when Petie's got a job 35 a week and all he do is run the streets This niggas always up, chromed out and draped up
Constantly tellin' me, we need to get paper I'm gettin' and it's he who get my weight up Straight up and plus I'm tired of missin' 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 it down he was finished, he handed a nigga nine A millimeter, nine zips Said, If I sold each one for nine, I'd grip
But I hesitated, I ain't sold a stone I done seen it the hood up all my niggaz gone
And ain't never comin' out with that in consideration I took the package and I'm headed home, out in a zone on my luggage, I'm abouts to get it on Get to the house, it all on the couch Gettin' this bank what it's
how a nigga made, they got a nigga paid I'm a muthafuckin' not a slave Get everyday, it ain't 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 hundred dollar slabs, wholesalin' niggaz halves Gettin' money a muthafucka serivn' niggaz bags
Got the blocks all blown up, the hood smokin' Got a pistol, I ain't shot yet, so wide open for it I'm just a youngster, I ain't it but I will 'Cause I was you got to get it so I get it how I live
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 court caught a case out of Got a body on his conscience but nobody made a He just goin' through the motions, he gonna probably beat the Still I get down on my knees and beg the Lord to let him
Get up and get my workers out, 'em with the goods instructions to the goons to come up out the hood I ain't pay the fronters, so I'm finally finna raise 'Cause the bottom line is this homie, you gotta get
That's how a nigga made they got a nigga I'm a muthafuckin' jacker not a Get everyday, it ain't no other way That's how it is until put me in a grave, nigga
I never learned the trade, I fuck with chess and The only other game a nigga to play was Workin' yay 'cause kissin' ass was gay I'm on my business, I want money like I'm
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 pistol in mouth
That's your boy, he popped you and popped your broad Now he headed to the closet and he to take it all So watch your friends 'cause them the ones that sell you out Ain't no future in bein' loyal when niggaz see you the top
Jealous hearted muthafuckas, always to say you hatin' I want another homie dog, he swallowed that and chased it You can make it like I made it, I think, best you do it dolo That way niggaz can't say about you when talkin' to the po po
Oh you, you that dude that fronted me my come up I caught him comin' out the neighborhood and had him up That's why I'm when it comes to different faces 'Cause I know, I got it but 'til then I'll get my bank, shit
Shit Fuck you this is, man? More for thought how this shit go, no
You muthafucka frontin' you Fuckin' with you, all muthafuckin' life And he the muthafucka talkin' to the You
Get that nigga ass outta I ride by my self for me
That's how a nigga made, they got a nigga I'm a jacker not a slave Get money everyday, it ain't no way That's how it is until put me in a grave, nigga
I never learned the trade, I fuck with and spades The only game a nigga learned to play was Workin' hoppin' yay 'cause ass was gay I'm on my business, I want money I'm jade