chorus
i get it done
make it one make it two make it three
right before it happens
make it four make it five make it 6 7 8 9
ten
come on motherfucka we can do it again
repeat
See i aint never had shit
but my strife and my game and my life
and all thems is just hand downs from my granddaddy lidvens
for them whose black folks ever came to here
to steal and hustling food stamps for that nine to 4 caddy
how many days can i stretch this box of grits
shit never quits im a brother
pitching fits or pitching shit
i use my mouth or a leg muscle anything to make the rent,
yo give up the hustle.
I know the us economy and i could run it
im about to make these four dollars into 4 hundred
aint nothing happening but this serious game
while they got billions in the bank
we just got money on the deck
and when we got fresh rims we on top,
on top of what when the kitchen's table's on hock
gun uncocked but we seen it on the past
make a fast dash for the cash be gangsta leaning on your ass
twentys and tens its all about making ends
no need to sin to uplift a california living
but i'd rear cos err i remember as a tot mr ogs
skank you motherfuckars with the glocks
and now the rocks is in my pockets
and my spots hot like the haiwaiian tropics
a taskforce topic cos this one's a cya
even though the yay is brought in by the cia
see im a motherfuckas thats done some dirt for my meal ticket
but i learned quit you gots to deal with it
well i dealed for twentytwofucking years
you damn straight my homies been laid when we all shed a tear
and its clear to my ear i had to learn that knowledge
cos after 12th grade i had to say fuck college
and the knowledge no
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