- Mar 26, 2003
- 10,777
- 4,247
been servin for years
now it's just herb and ex to my peers
plus i work overtime not doing crime at sears
tryin to get mine...cause it's no time for tears for fears
i stay low pro in hopes that everything would stay fine
no xtra bling...no xtra shine
the next hustler can be king cause i don't wanna worry...just want to unwind
and play the background way way behind these yung catz
cause i've been there...done that and for the most part that ish was wack
like huggin the streetz sellin crack to dt's tryin to entrap
caged like beasts eating bologna samiches that taste like crap
1st time is hard time...no tender slap
and for some it's a wrap
but i made it back...living aiight...not even tote'n my strap
like i used to...with a warriors mentality like a zulu
but imma protect mines cause phucin wit a bad news crew is sumtin im not new to
laid up at 2 am with the bed far from made up
i heard the back door squeak...thank God i stayed up
grabbed the burner cause living in the hood as a shorty made me a quick learner
saw a dark figure headed for the side closet
i don't trust banks so under the hardwood i make my deposit
who is this mofo sniffin my loot like toto
i said yo...he let his gat go...i let my gat go
my 45 made him bleed fast not slow...
i grabbed his gun and said who da phuc are you?
he laughed and spit up blood and said u shot po po...
called 911 and thought about my unlicensed gun
a 1 time felon i wish i could run because of this thievin as cop
my black@ss might be dun...
i stashed the loot and product in the backup spot
then waited for the boys with my ears feeling hot....
now it's just herb and ex to my peers
plus i work overtime not doing crime at sears
tryin to get mine...cause it's no time for tears for fears
i stay low pro in hopes that everything would stay fine
no xtra bling...no xtra shine
the next hustler can be king cause i don't wanna worry...just want to unwind
and play the background way way behind these yung catz
cause i've been there...done that and for the most part that ish was wack
like huggin the streetz sellin crack to dt's tryin to entrap
caged like beasts eating bologna samiches that taste like crap
1st time is hard time...no tender slap
and for some it's a wrap
but i made it back...living aiight...not even tote'n my strap
like i used to...with a warriors mentality like a zulu
but imma protect mines cause phucin wit a bad news crew is sumtin im not new to
laid up at 2 am with the bed far from made up
i heard the back door squeak...thank God i stayed up
grabbed the burner cause living in the hood as a shorty made me a quick learner
saw a dark figure headed for the side closet
i don't trust banks so under the hardwood i make my deposit
who is this mofo sniffin my loot like toto
i said yo...he let his gat go...i let my gat go
my 45 made him bleed fast not slow...
i grabbed his gun and said who da phuc are you?
he laughed and spit up blood and said u shot po po...
called 911 and thought about my unlicensed gun
a 1 time felon i wish i could run because of this thievin as cop
my black@ss might be dun...
i stashed the loot and product in the backup spot
then waited for the boys with my ears feeling hot....
