[backbone] From front to back street, listen, we on a mission To get right, workin street corner in the midnight Picture the scene, these fiends with fire Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that I’m wit whateva like wheatstraw Stuck servin my cocaine raw Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump back Twenty over now that’s mo’ money to get Slick, we fin’ to lick on this corner without gettin caught But time, keep a sleepin and money gettin short Plus that crooked cop brock think we blow slangin (fuck him) That why he ride through the hole with the do’ swangin But I make moves -- shake them tricks up out they shoestrings Be more precise when we do things Cause life like shakin the dice, but I buck back twice Like five-deuce, fo’-trey, okay
Chorus: repeat 2x
I’m strickly dressin dirty dirty Gone represent it to the t-top Born and bred up on the street top Get to the money and the sweet spot And forever hollerin "hootie hoo!" when we see cops
[big boi] Sheyit Cops and robbers niggaz be bound to get them dollars and cents They get in a slump like baseball players When they short on they rent Anything goin you ain’t knowin how much money you spent But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents Who hang around you cause you be buyin all the weed And all the chicken Feedin everybody, smokin em out When you was broke though they was missin Now you ridin bout fo’ deep, startin to tear up yo’ suspension And your baby mamma on child support My fault, forget to mention You don’t even have a checkin account Wasn’t thinkin about no pension I used to work at steak ’n’ ale, old gold off in the kitchen Had determination and graduated Now I got the whole rap world fascinated I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so I made it Continue to sell dope, it’s payin the bills so you gon’ do it But legislation got this new policy Three strikes and you’re ruined.. now where your crew at? Yeah..
Chorus
[cool breeze] Ay Me and my buddy on the cut and they know we servin em slabs We better watch what we doin, and look out for joe nab And quit re’in-up and standin on this same old block Before our gangsta ass partna get both of us shot Niggaz talkin cause they makin some flow But still ain’t did nuttin that ain’t been done befo’ You can’t be tryin to showcase, just put it down for your spot And improvise and work with that little you got So I think when I finish sellin my last sack I’ma take some of this money, go and give some back Cause people won’t forget about the time you gave, knowmsayin? And start thinkin bout a path to pave
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Copy to Clipboard: [backbone] From front to back street, listen, we on a mission To get right, workin street corner in the midnight Picture the scene, these fiends with fire Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that I’m wit whateva like wheatstraw Stuck servin my cocaine raw Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump back Twenty over now that’s mo’ money to get Slick, we fin’ to lick on this corner without gettin caught But time, keep a sleepin and money gettin short Plus that crooked cop brock think we blow slangin (fuck him) That why he ride through the hole with the do’ swangin But I make moves -- shake them tricks up out they shoestrings Be more precise when we do things Cause life like shakin the dice, but I buck back twice Like five-deuce, fo’-trey, okay
Chorus: repeat 2x
I’m strickly dressin dirty dirty Gone represent it to the t-top Born and bred up on the street top Get to the money and the sweet spot And forever hollerin "hootie hoo!" when we see cops
[big boi] Sheyit Cops and robbers niggaz be bound to get them dollars and cents They get in a slump like baseball players When they short on they rent Anything goin you ain’t knowin how much money you spent But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents Who hang around you cause you be buyin all the weed And all the chicken Feedin everybody, smokin em out When you was broke though they was missin Now you ridin bout fo’ deep, startin to tear up yo’ suspension And your baby mamma on child support My fault, forget to mention You don’t even have a checkin account Wasn’t thinkin about no pension I used to work at steak ’n’ ale, old gold off in the kitchen Had determination and graduated Now I got the whole rap world fascinated I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so I made it Continue to sell dope, it’s payin the bills so you gon’ do it But legislation got this new policy Three strikes and you’re ruined.. now where your crew at? Yeah..
Chorus
[cool breeze] Ay Me and my buddy on the cut and they know we servin em slabs We better watch what we doin, and look out for joe nab And quit re’in-up and standin on this same old block Before our gangsta ass partna get both of us shot Niggaz talkin cause they makin some flow But still ain’t did nuttin that ain’t been done befo’ You can’t be tryin to showcase, just put it down for your spot And improvise and work with that little you got So I think when I finish sellin my last sack I’ma take some of this money, go and give some back Cause people won’t forget about the time you gave, knowmsayin? And start thinkin bout a path to pave
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