Hold up, big bank we fold up, so who wanna roll up?
'Cuz every time a chicken cluck, you trickin' a buck
Corner-clockin', in the backroom work-choppin'
Well, well, well, well
Well, well, well, well
And our sick sad mamas smoking crack on up
But rich muthafuckas ain't gon' mash like us
Well, well, well, well
Cuttin' blows, hoes and dip
Niggaz is all washed up without a swallow in they cup
In God, I trust and in the crowds I bust
So savage that it's gettin' harder
Well, well, well, well
Spendin' chips but no change
You better hop hip
Twist her frame and hear her holler
Before you started you was finished, dehydrated and deplenished
Come on
So far from God that I'm finding righteous paths hard to follow
Pinned hoes' toes to the earlobes and collars
Well, well, well, well
To Adams ville
College Park
I'm just sick and twisted
One pine box, one case, I'll block yo place
Well, well, well, well
Smokin' weed to calm down, I'm so blown off dust
In the back of a Impala, all to deliver pain
I'm gulping vodka, I'm killin' sorrow in the bottom of a sky bottle
Hear sirens coming and continue to bust
What's poppin', let's find out
I beat niggaz senseless for Jordans and sixty dollars
Like we out west, playa, down to whoo-bang
The same ones that pop lip then flag ship
From Biscayne to Boat rockin', one-stop shoppin'
Well, well, well, well
Hit traps and grind out
And Killa Kill
Who said crime don't pay, niggaz out here cockin' K's
Guarded by glock and cash, ain't no stoppin'
For me to see redemption in tomorrow
It's harder to feel pain when my brains is mush
Niggaz slum and slimmed out
This game real, boy, you can get scarred and barred in it
I know it's fucked up, how fathers turn they back on us
Before they pop and sweep your whole block in one heap
Chevy's is primed out
'Droed up, my niggaz stay poured up, sho nuff
You pressed your luck and got stuck, fuckin' up the re-up
Slime-ass po-po right in the back of us
So depressed and sick and Slimm young and gifted
Then gotta hip skip before real niggaz pop clips
Lustful ways, livin' in these mistrustful days
Stay at the gun show in a Range cockin' new thangs
Yeah
If your heart ain't in it, caught up in this world spinnin'
We got that heat, so you better drop that beef
Don't drop, they spray, one shot, you lay, toxic waste
Calhoun
They party pill-droppin' till all the drawers droppin'
Got 'dro and plenty pills
That's the ones with big talk and no game
Connected muthafuckas got better crack than us
Well, well, well, well
Well, well, well, well
All the dope and no caine, war stories but no pain
