Its a drought, but we got dope
We got dope, we got dope
Its a drought, but we got dope
Then its gon cost you mo
First you mix the dope, then you cook the dope
And if you aint a fiend, you dont smoke the dope
This aint a movie, and you aint Scarface
So dont bring no hoe around you, that love white cake
C-Murder facing life, and never gave a name
And you niggaz turn on each other, for a couple of them thangs
I must address this shit, cause its a serious fucking issue
How you gon accept a badge, fore the police come get you
We dont fuck with yall kind, whodi why you snitching
This aint baseball, so stop pitching
And making collect calls, to the police
Get your jersey retired, whodi you dont know me
I should of stayed in school, could of been a doctor
But Im riding Third Ward boys, trying to lose them helicopters
But I aint with being broke, got the scale in my coat
We gon get through this man, meet me by the sto
And I dont know, what they told you boy
I got that A1, whole baking soda boy
You could add the B12, put it in a bag
Take it to the hood, I bet it go fast
I take razors to the plate, chop up the yay
Till they call the corner store, the Hard Rock Cafe
So I kick in the door, cause they heard I supply bricks
I got 10 they find more, I could hide 6
You think quick, when theres money on the line
Thats when I come through, and get em every time
Fine line tween the vision my chain, like its straw
And the nose of a fiend, and they sniffing that caine
You snort raw, I got Peruvian pure
My connect not dimmy, but he giving me more
How you a hustler dog, since you with the top off
Best taking flicks, so you tripping making drop offs
The game clear, when Im spitting these bars
Its that of a real nigga, when I sit through a charge
We got work man, tell me what you want
Yeah he supplying shit, I can get it in a month
Put the pieces in place
Then we find the yay
No shorts on the strip
All the money be straight
Dont hate if you broke, must of woke up late
Cause we be up when the sun rise, dope dont wait
Now the FEDs came through, took some niggaz off the block
Rat-a-tat-tat, this shit wont stop
Now how many niggaz, got to die in this game
Fore we all realize, we gotta get out of this thang
And if you make it to money, get your life straight
Find another way out, before its too late
Aint nothing wrong, with making it out of the hood
Its enough for in the game, where the playas play for good
And these cats, be barking
Keep your eyes on these niggaz, that you know that be talking
You heard me, fuck
Get against the car
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