Cash was on my mind at a early age growin up to fast
Lookin out for ways to stay paid
God bless the child that has his own I was told
So every single day the dope was sold
I never liked school cuz this shit was never real for me
I rather hang out with niggas that was down to kill for me
Never stood still long enough to have stability
Never to advantage of my athletic abilities
Only way up out the ghetto for a blacc man
Is to either play a sport know how to sing, rap, or dance
The only other option is to join a gang or slang yola
Hangin out with the other high rollas tryin to get your poccets swoll
Look at the competition, the mission is to get rich
As quicc as possible and turn your cash legit
But the you make could be your last
You'll always have the jaccers and craccers out to bust your ass
So don't be slippin
Livin the life styles of the rich and famous
I keep my hands clean stayin blameless it's scandlous but I'm shameless
All I want to do is stacc the cream
Ever since I was a little nigga that was my dream
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Pants been saggin ever since I was a seventh grader
11-3-51 narcotic
85% pure product, let it rocc up
My stoccs up a grip
600 buccs a zip
Fucced up and slipped and the taskforce dipped
Caught a young nigga with a quarter pound of "D"
Got a deal for 3, entered a guilty plead
Now I'm in the "Pen" stressed out San Quinten
Lady bout to have a nigga baby any minute
32 months I got to do
Then I'll be bacc on the streets with my crew, thought cha knew
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Fresh out "Pen" once again on the loose
My lady had my baby and she's already duce
Bacc in the hood and ain't a damn thang change
All the same niggas stugglin tryin to survive in the game
I got to get mine but is landmines in the streets
Take the wrong move and get swept off your feet
My baby got to eat and I'ma provide
Even if I got to ride or die
I ain't down with minimum wage so mutha fucc a 9 to 5
I'm duccin the cops like Marco Polo
My tightest dog died when I was a mobile
So now I'm rollin solo
Loco in the membrane never been tamed and never will be
And I'm hustlin to the day a nigga kills me
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Stepped of the bus handcuff and shackles Hella tight on my ankles cuz the cops an asshole Left Tracy headed to ...
