The slums of the big town as packed with drama and danger as the squalid streets of some native
quarter. In the heart of this melting pot of crime stands an oasis where one man struggles
against the forces that turn his loved ones to lives of violence and shame.
Ooh, sinister mob *, choppers all in the closet, hydrogen lamps in the attic,
growing broccoli, spinach, and cabbage. Vacuum sealer on the counter, right next to the money
counter. That's right next to the scale for weighing nuts and fruits. Now, yeah, that's my
excuse if they took me to jail. Listen to this here, cuz. Never explain to the po-po and tell
them *, cuz they ain't the * judge. There's money on my mind, and paper I gotta get.
Bitches, I need to * up, and licks that I must hit. Moves that I'ma make, and whips I'm
trying to flip. Steps that I should take.
Be careful I don't slip. When I was little, I had to observe, watch, and listen so I could
be well-conditioned and ready for the unexpected to occur at any time. I'm on my 24-hour grind,
and my prime getting mine. Greenbacks in the making. Gouda on the line. Chalupa, I'll be
chasing. Nine by my spine. Now, smart and the po-po selling dope, holding up a homeless
sign. Banger hitting under my clothes. I pull it out when they know. Busting rubber bands,
getting that dough. I got that plug, and we jigging for show. Just ask all the knocks.
I'll be right back out here in a moment.
Wake up in the morning, first thing on my mind is guapo. Gouda, shooter, knock the meat
about your taco. Papo, I don't serve, I just sit back and watch, bro. Seeds, llamas, rugas,
in love with my 40 block, though. Sliding through the ghetto with foes. Dodging them
pop hoes. Heavy metal drugs and hoes. Call it the rock show. Boy, I'm really mobbing,
no problem, nigga.
Top blown. Hit him up, sling him up, rig him up. Right back at it when the cops gone.
Welcome to the top zone. 2A block, nigga. Raised by J-Mo. Certified top hitter. Swish
and fill with dad. Got it by the glad bag. Gucci belt, I let it set. Stunt and show him
my ass. Slashing all my little brothers. Take your bad ass to class. Gotta feel him, KB
Mack. Hold him dipping in my stash. No pass, two tabs, and I'm rolling. I've been posted
on this bitch since morning. Banger hitting under my clothes. I pull it out when they
know. Busting rubber bands, getting that dough. I pull it out when they know. Busting rubber bands,
getting that dough. I got that plug, and we jigging for show. Just ask all the knocks.
I'll be right back out here in the morning. Banger hitting under my clothes. I pull it
out when they know. Busting rubber bands, getting that dough. I got the plug, and we
jigging for show. Just ask all the knocks. I'll be right back out here in the morning.
I'm not like your Pam. Money on my mind 24-7, damn. Kick a broke bitch at my spot like Pam.
I'm a hustler in every sense of the word. Favorite days of the month, first to the third.
When all the fiends got dough, so I don't sleep. Tell my knock to spread the word, bro,
I'm taking EBT. With cards, social security checks, I run through them. Dope fiend running
on the driveway right now, boy, I scoop them. Work where you bank. Ship the B of A. Bread
out her ass. Deposits all day. All day. Steaming on the come up. Trying to get my ones up.
30 round dick. What's your nigga run up? I keep a weapon, a pistol, poker, a popper.
Something to bludgeon a hater to death if he disrespect my propers. Work dirty, I'm a
fuckin' master. These noodle spine niggas get ate like pasta.
Banger hittin' under my clothes. I pull it out when they know. Bustin' rubber bands,
gettin' that dough. I got that plug and we jiggin' for show. Just ass all the knocks.
I'll be right back out here in the morning. Banger hittin' under my clothes. I pull it
out when they know. Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough. I got that plug and we
jiggin' for show. Just ass all the knocks. I'll be right back out here in the morning.