Ain't no niggaz in jail but dumb niggaz
Mama I don't wanna sell crack no more
Find out what mills bury
Now Pillsbury, these niggaz kick down doors
Just sit back and listen, I'll tell you
After high school, I gained lots o' weight
More gunz than a Vietnam vet, we was set
(You remember me and big Paul and my whole crew nigga?)
We robbed the middle man and a bum bitch, the dumb bitch
(I hear Salvatore got extradited or some shit)
We robbed the niggaz same day the fuckin' feds hit
A thousand pounds uncut raw
Got silver teeth and a scar on his jaw
Some nigga named Salvatore from El Salvador
Did he have a crew offerin' assistance?
Mama, I don't wanna sell crack no more
(Just listen, only take about three minutes, just listen)
All of us sick, and all of us caught, holdin' our dick
They pushed me down and locked me up, put my face on the floor
(Okay, I know whachu thinkin', it's on righ, we on righ, we on)
And when we drew pistols shit got pitiful
(The bum bitch that snitched, who knows?)
Mama, I don't wanna sell crack no more
(Tell the kid to give me the card, check it out)
(Man I shoulda fuckin' stayed in job corp)
But between me and him and that hoe
Niggaz threw me out, true niggaz are out
Loaded up the work and let's jet
I pointed the four fifth in the wind and started thumpin'
They pushed me down and locked me up, put my face on the floor
Use bakin' soda, cook the pie, collect cake
My nigga big Paul loaded up the u-haul
We walked away with eighteen and a bigger score
Shit's very intense and critical
Paul said it's probably nothin', a small animal or somethin'
Cops is everywhere, they keep comin'
Stayed my fuckin' ass in job corp, doin' dumb ass shit
The blue lights is comin', my crew is runnin'
We hit 'em hard as doors hammer, yeah
They took my money and my credit card, now I'm poor
(Government snitches are amazin')
It's a hilarious day boy, and it's a wild, wild chain of events
Fuck that, I was stupid, I'm in jail
And I ain't talkin' 'bout calories put on by steak
Mama, I don't wanna sell birds no more
They took my money and my credit card, now I'm poor
They pushed me down and locked me up, put my face on the floor
Young Antonio Montana, held up mansion North Atlanta
The first lick was bullshit, a half a brick
(Man I feel like a asshole just tellin' you this man)
(Be patient, be patient, listen to the rest, listen, listen)
This spot had more birds than a pet shop
The recipe I'm cookin' may send me upstate
(Hold up, hold up, hold up)
Now I'm fuckin' round witch all stupid ass niggaz too
We robbed the niggaz same day the fuckin' feds hit
(Here's where it gets interestin', follow this shit)
Mama, I don't wanna sell birds no more
That middle man and dumb bitch, them niggaz snitched, god damn
Hold on, whose that I saw in the distance?
(I got a fuckin' funny story to tell you)
Me and Salvatore fucked up in the mix
Mama, I don't wanna sell birds no more
That get yo ass in here
My nerves got to jumpin', I swear I heard somethin'
They took my money and my credit card, now I'm poor
(So young man, that's why the fuck I'm sittin' here wearin' these pants)
