Slump (Explicit)

From front to back street  listen  we on a mission
To get right  workin street corner in the midnight
Picture the scene  these fiends with fire
Ten dollar dreams  scheme  for a sack of that  believe that
I'm wit whateva like wheatstraw
Stuck servin my coc*ine raw
Drop sixty-two off the brick  jump back
Twenty over now thats mo money to get
Slick  we fin to lick on this corner without gettin caught
But time  keep a sleepin and money gettin short
Plus that crooked cop brock think we blow slangin （f**k him）
That why he ride through the hole with the do swangin
But I make moves -- shake them tricks up out they shoestrings
Be more precise when we do things
Cause life like shakin the dice  but I buck back twice
Like five-deuce  fo-trey  okay
I'm strickly dressin dirty dirty
Gone represent it to the t-top
Born and bred up on the street top
Get to the money and the sweet spot
And forever hollerin
Hootie hoo  when we see cops
Sheyit
Cops and robbers niggaz be bound to get them dollars and cents
They get in a slump like baseball players
When they short on they rent
Anything goin you ain't knowin how much money you spent
But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents
Who hang around you cause you be buyin all the w**d
And all the chicken
Feedin everybody  smokin em out
When you was broke though they was missin
Now you ridin bout fo deep  startin to tear up yo suspension
And your baby mamma on child support
My fault  forget to mention
You don't even have a checkin account
Wasnt thinkin about no pension
I used to work at steak n ale  old gold off in the kitchen
Had determination and graduated
Now I got the whole rap world fascinated
I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so I made it
Continue to sell d**e  its payin the bills so you gon do it
But legislation got this new policy
Three strikes and you're ruined   now where your crew at
Yeah
Ay
Me and my buddy on the cut and they know we servin em slabs
We better watch what we doin  and look out for joe nab
And quit rein-up and standin on this same old block
Before our gangsta a** partna get both of us shot
Niggaz talkin cause they makin some flow
But still ain't did nuttin that ain't been done befo
You can't be tryin to showcase  just put it down for your spot
And improvise and work with that little you got
So I think when I finish sellin my last sack
Ima take some of this money  go and give some back
Cause people won't forget about the time you gave  knowmsayin
And start thinkin bout a path to pave