| Lyrics: | Shitted on, ran from it (I did it all)
I sold dope, watch fiends crave for rock
Watch
'em watching me put the stash in my sock (Hey! Yo! Yo!)
Walkie-talk to niggas from the corner
when the Feds 'bout to enter
Pumped up blocks some of the winter
Kerosene heaters by feet,
takin tops off just so a nigga can eat lunchmeat
Four days no Z's, from the first to the
third
End of the month to excited to get sleep, I bagged up 2's
Aggravated by picky
motherfuckers who don't know which rock to choose (Picky man)
Took outta town trips, two seconds
in a son of a bitch
NARCs run in talking shit (who dis?)
I know about dope, lost my man Lou
to the coke
Pumping over there off of DeSoto
Any nigga who don't know about this
I hit
ya with the Iron Mike quote "That's Ludicrous"
Shittin in the tub, pissing in the tub, Hepititis
B inflicted in a thug
I know about that shit right there
Hey yo, I know about that shit
right there
Hey yo, Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all
Y'all niggas can't tell me
shit
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Who the fuck goin' to tell me shit?
Dope, Jobs,
Homeless...
I don't had jobs black
Boss man yelling at the top of his lungs about a
fuckin Fat Burger!
We damn near fired, restaurant manager who can't manage shit
Stressed out
retired, I'm talking about blacks
You work all week for Boo, and one day your man Boo just
collapse
Bricks, houses, cars
A bitch who drops her drawls for a nigger who can really
floss
Five twenty five can make your mouth leak and on top of that shit
You get a check
every week
You work a week in the hole, with thirty motherfuckers on pay roll
You work when
they want you to
Equal opportunity? Nigga right, suburban community c |
