at like 6 AM to
check this nigga
We work the night shift,
and I gots to check them figures
I knock on his door,
people talkin' 'bout "He ain't there"
But the house is packed, shit,
I know he here somewhere
See, money get high,
I don't knock what a nigga do to get by
Just make sure you gettin' by don't fuck
with me gettin' mine
Ain't the first time he ran off,
shoulda split his shit then
Hate to think of what he's did,
and if I catch him slippin'
Won't be an ass- whippin,
I can tell you that
I keep it real with this cat,
he go and sell two packs
And run off (damn), tell me
he was locked down up North
And you out a week later?
That's bullshit! I bust off
I need this dough, fuck you think,
I'm here for my health?
I need this wealth because
I feed myself
You play with my life when you
play with my money
Playin' around but this'll be the last time
you think somethin's funny
the liquor
store for a month now
With me and two other niggas is about
to run up in there and shut it down
They got four people on the inside,
one stay in the back
Two stock boys, one at the register,
but he count the stacks
Aight, bitch, put on the ski mask,
make sure that when we ask
For the dough,
they know that we takin' all three bags
See that? We got a hero,
shoot that nigga
Matter of fact, you hit the back,
I'll put two in that nig ga
Hard headed motherfuckers
always get it
I told him what would happen if he moved,
the nigga moved, so I did it
Did you get it? I asked my man as he
was comin' from the back
Nigga opened his mouth,
said nothin', and fell out flat
This cat come out spittin',
hittin' my mans, his mans
Couldn't control what was
in his hands
I'm hit, damn! I bust back and got
the fuck up out of there
Didn't get a dime,
but at least I got up out of there
One more road to
Ayo, I see it, try to avoid it,
but it comes
That's how it's goin' in the slums
over crumbs
Somethin' little becomes
somethin' major
Niggas gettin' blown up like a pager,
ear to ear with the razor
Pour out my soul, took control of hurt
Why must Earl Simmons
swim in dirt?
I'm gon' make it work,
twenty- eight and tryin' to get baptized
Priest scared to touch me 'cause
he said I gave him bad vibes
Ride when I die, straight down,
but I'm plottin'
We all gots to go but who wants
to be forgotten?
I'm a leave a mark,
and it won't be the mark of the devil
Throw dirt and may your hands burn
when you touch the shovel
The level of animosity is
stoppin' me from thrivin'
Fuck what them niggas is talkin' about,
I'm survivin'
Alive and goin' through it,
but I made my bed
So now it's in these flames
that I lay my head