Slump

I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so I made it

When you was broke though they was missin'
And quit rein-up and standin' on this same old block

So I think when I finish sellin' my last sack
'Cause life like shakin' the dice, but I buck back twice
Wasn't thinkin' about no pension
And your baby, mamma on child support
I'ma take some of this money, go and give some back
We better watch what we doin' and look out for Joe Nab
Born and bred up on the street top
And forever hollerin' "Hootie hoo" when we see cops
That why he ride through the hole with the do' swangin'
Twenty over now that's mo' money to get
Get to the money and the sweet spot
Born and bred up on the street top
But I make moves, shake them tricks up out they shoestrings
I'm strickly dressin' dirty dirty, gonna represent it to the t-top
Get to the money and the sweet spot
Shit, cops and robbers niggaz be bound to get them dollars and cents

Anything goin' you ain't knowin' how much money you spent
Born and bred up on the street top

You can't be tryin' to showcase, just put it down for your spot
Niggaz talkin' 'cause they makin' some flow
Like five-deuce, fo' Trey, okay

I'm strickly dressin' dirty dirty, gonna represent it to the t-top
Plus that crooked cop Brock think we blow slangin'
But legislation got this new policy
Now where your crew at? Yeah

Get to the money and the sweet spot
But still ain't did nuttin' that ain't been done before
And forever hollerin' "Hootie hoo" when we see cops

But time, keep a sleepin' and money gettin' short

And forever hollerin', "Hootie hoo" when we see cops
And forever hollerin' "Hootie hoo" when we see cops
Three strikes and you're ruined
Born and bred up on the street top
My fault, forget to mention you don't even have a checkin' account
Now I got the whole rap world fascinated
Now you ridin' 'bout fo' deep, startin' to tear up yo' suspension
Get to the money and the sweet spot
'Cause people won't forget about the time you gave
Be more precise when we do things

Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump back

Get to the money and the sweet spot
I'm strickly dressin' dirty dirty, gonna represent it to the t-top

Stuck servin' my cocaine raw
Born and bred up on the street top
Picture the scene, these fiends with fire

But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents
Know what 'm sayin'? And start thinkin' 'bout a path to pave
Who hang around you 'cause you be buyin' all the weed
Had determination and graduated
Ay, me and my buddy on the cut and they know we servin' 'em slabs
I'm strickly dressin' dirty dirty, gonna represent it to the t-top
And all the chicken, feedin' everybody, smokin' 'em out
Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that

I used to work at Steak 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen
They get in a slump like baseball players

Slick, we fin' to lick on the corner without gettin' caught
Get to the money and the sweet spot
Born and bred up on the street top
I'm strickly dressin' dirty dirty, gonna represent it to the t-top
When they short on their rent

I'm strickly dressin' dirty dirty, gonna represent it to the t-top
Before our gangsta ass partna get both of us shot
And forever hollerin' "Hootie hoo" when we see cops
Continue to sell dope, it's payin' the bills so you gon' do it

And improvise and work with that little you got

I'm with whatever like Wheatstraw