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 longer will i waste my time the chrome was stuck in my ear but im stuck to the ground im steady mobbing back to the police station, they checking me but its inflation thats doing this taking no hesistating cant be waiting let me do my thing i was hooked like a fiend but now im hip to tha skeme chorus i heard recognized game when its in your face im spitting the game so close to you you could feel the wet trace if everybody in the hood had a phd youd say that dr flip that burger hell it good for me 200thousand brothers watching one mind one place to go aint no revolution they just walking to the liquor store here take a swigger so its quicker round the niggerroe just wanna get rich the rigamole i been here before a typical ho aint really no different except that she would know that caint no prostitute can become a pimp up in this system it'd be more drama than a soap opera daytime spot but aint no twist up in this cemetery plot since nineteen fiftyfour i's been hustling for that dough my girl been putting out cross that wick like she's a specialized pro this shit is getting steep im getting ill ready to kill the only thing i can inherit is an overdue bill now its six in the morning i stride to the ride as i glide down the street i cant get to park ? cos my gas is kissing heat im not yet free but you dont hear me though unlesss you creeping soap as my drive through window now if you wondering bout my fucked up fickle frown is cos im thinking bout how the wealth dont trickle down listen to that beat nickle pound is my homies in the back pass the nickle bag around and im looking at the street through the fogged up windows knowing if i was walking id be smelling stench or piss or stale pussy in your window i ask when those stores get closed down a system that eats itself got it looking like a ghost town no proof of purchase hear my essence purchase proof analyze how they fucked us like if i was dr ruth im on proof with the truth they started with nothing robbed and ganked and killed aint no po folks getting rich less some caps is getting picked except for a couple of motherfuckas who done live their token seen lifestyles of the rich and famous front page of the magazine but that's a known trick tell them suck their own dick im hip to the skeme my fist will bring up the whole clique. chorus
