And ya get paid crap for what ya do
There's only lousy jobs run by slobs
Out on the lawn, ya strip the car down
'Cause the people need power too
And you're gonna be dead
Out on parole, ya take a stroll, ya kick another habit everyday
'Cause the dea made a power play
And you're lookin' at 2 to 4
Unless ya cut a deal with the law
And you're sippin' corn on the porch
All ya want is what the rich people got
Out on the killin' floor
Shut your mouth or you're gonna get torched
Salutations from the ghetto nation
Ya got a new plan, super scam, livin' the American way
Back at the pad, ya thought you were bad
If the neighbors complain, open up the 12-gauge
And you're makin' it on the deal
Salutations from the ghetto nation
Load the house up with sime whores
Party tonight 'til the sun gets bright
But you don't mind doin' the time as long as your freedom day is at hand
But your regular man got hit with a gram
Sellin' drugs, run with the thugs
They never found the bank account and you're sittin' on 30 grand
'Cause you're goin' away 700 days
Got your stash up in the wall but there's a gun to your head
And the son of a bitch started to squeal
