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