Let me spit game to ya
You gotta war on drugs, well, other day a nigga's dyin' You yours, now let me show you mine Bring the six o'clock and let me walk 'em in my shoes what you call the inner city and what I call the blues
I'm broke here and I ain't on a call From a restaurant to bust tables when got a job Makin' 35 a and all he do is run the streets This niggas always up, chromed out and draped up
Constantly me, we need to get this paper I'm gettin' skinny and it's he who get my up up and plus I'm tired of missin' meals So I the man a visit, What's 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, nine Said, If I sold one for nine, I'd have grip
But I hesitated, I ain't never a stone I done seen it the hood up Plus all my niggaz
And they ain't never out with that in consideration I the package and bounced I'm home, dazin' out in a zone Eyes on my luggage, I'm to get it on Get to the house, spread it all on the Gettin' bank what it's about
That's how a made, they got a nigga paid I'm a jacker not a slave Get money everyday, it ain't no way That's how it is until they put me in a grave,
I'm in the livin' room lookin' at the Got a razor and some zipper baggies about to do the Cuttin' hundred dollar slabs, wholesalin' niggaz Gettin' money a muthafucka serivn' niggaz bags
Got the blocks all blown up, the hood smokin' Got a pistol, I ain't yet, so dude's wide open for it I'm a youngster, I ain't done it but I will 'Cause I was you got to get it so I get it how I live
Finna get my ma a crib, she ain't So I'm forced to win the bread for the dad was no support
Often in and out of caught a case out of town Got a on his conscience but nobody made a sound He just goin' through the motions, he gonna probably beat the Still I get on my knees and beg the Lord to let him raise
Get up and get my workers out, 'em with the goods Give instructions to the to come up out the hood I ain't gotta pay the fronters, so I'm finna raise 'Cause the bottom line is homie, you gotta get paid
That's how a nigga made got a nigga paid I'm a muthafuckin' jacker not a Get everyday, it ain't 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 other a nigga learned to play was Workin' hoppin' yay kissin' ass was gay I'm on my business, I want money like I'm
Well, I'm the nigga in the hood, little homies wanna be like I got when shit was good but now-a-days off in this street 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 muthafuckin' boy, he popped you and popped your broad Now he headed to the closet and he to take it all So watch your muthafuckin' friends 'cause them the ones sell you out Ain't no future in bein' loyal when niggaz see you the top
Jealous hearted muthafuckas, always quick to say you I don't want another 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 know dude that fronted me my come up I caught him comin' out the and had him done up That's why I'm skeptic it comes to different faces 'Cause I know, I got it comin' but then I'll get my bank, shit
nigga Fuck you think this is, More for thought how this shit go, no
You muthafucka frontin' you Fuckin' with you, all your life And he the muthafucka to the people You
Get that ass outta here I ride by my muthafuckin' for me
That's how a nigga made, got a nigga paid I'm a muthafuckin' jacker not a Get money everyday, it ain't no way That's how it is they put me in a grave, nigga
I never learned the trade, I 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 I'm jade