Let me spit game to ya
You war on drugs, well, every other day a nigga's dyin' You showed yours, now let me show you the six o'clock news and let me walk 'em in my shoes Through what you call the inner city and I call the blues
I'm broke here and I ain't waitin' on a From a to bust tables when Petie's got a job 35 a week and all he do is run the streets This niggas always caked up, out and draped up
Constantly tellin' me, we need to get this I'm gettin' skinny and it's he who get my up Straight up and plus I'm tired of meals So I the man a visit, What's the goddamn deal? up?
It's to see you dog I thought you might've up and money Well, I can get you of 'em
I went inside, watchin' him it down When he was finished, he a nigga nine A nine millimeter, zips Said, If I sold one for nine, I'd have grip
But I hesitated, I ain't never sold a I seen it fuck the hood up Plus all my niggaz
And they ain't never comin' out that in consideration I took the package and I'm headed home, dazin' out in a on my luggage, I'm abouts to get it on Get to the house, it all on the couch Gettin' this bank it's about
That's how a nigga made, they got a nigga I'm a muthafuckin' jacker not a Get money everyday, it ain't no way how it is until they put me in a grave, nigga
I'm in the room lookin' at the news Got a razor and some baggies about to do the fool Cuttin' hundred slabs, wholesalin' niggaz halves Gettin' money like a serivn' niggaz bags
Got the all blown up, the whole hood smokin' Got a pistol, I ain't shot yet, so dude's open for it I'm just a youngster, I ain't done it but I '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 bread for the dad was no support
Often in and out of court caught a out of town Got a body on his but nobody made a sound He just goin' through the motions, he gonna beat the case 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 Give to the goons to come up out the hood I ain't pay the fronters, so I'm finally finna raise the bottom line is this homie, you gotta get paid
That's how a nigga they got a nigga paid I'm a jacker not a slave Get money everyday, it no other way how it is until they put me in a grave, nigga
I never learned the trade, I with chess 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
Well, I'm the nigga in the hood, these little homies be like I got when shit was good but off in this street life niggaz switch it on you, quick to put you in the crosses Now he standin' in your and got a pistol 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
hearted muthafuckas, always quick to say you hatin' I don't want another homie dog, he that and chased it You can make it like I it, I think, it's best you do it dolo That way niggaz can't say shit about you when to the po po
Oh you, you know that that fronted me my come up I caught him out the neighborhood and had him done up why I'm skeptic when it comes to different faces 'Cause I know, I got it comin' but 'til then get my bank, shit
Shit Fuck you think this is, More food for how this shit go, no
You been frontin' you Fuckin' with you, all your muthafuckin' And he the talkin' to the people You
Get that nigga ass outta I ride by my muthafuckin' for me
That's how a nigga made, got a nigga paid I'm a jacker not a slave Get everyday, it ain't no other way That's how it is until 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' yay 'cause kissin' ass was gay I'm on my business, I want like I'm jade