dope baby When I was young couldn't picture bein' broke baby Then fuckin' wit them dope boys Had me low crazy You know it's crucial when I'm sellin' to my folk figure Dope
Yeah, Holiday, Gary I don't want y'all to compare me to niggas no more Unless they got a case pending Unless they poke somethin' up Unless they keepin
be happy till they bring the fuckin' death of me But you never see Joe look weak or flow off beat And Charlie sees the board in four more weeks You
sick with the psycho psycho rhymes But ya keep the killer in one place, But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste! [Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope
I just raped In a fuckin' hustla face, shot him in his fuckin face When I was one, and a two, and a three, and a four I knew, I was special one who a little more
dome 'cause all I see is devils and gunsmoke Pussy and hoes, and hella blood when my nine blows A young nigga on the rage, rampage Twenty-four years of
lot, callin' shots, keeping dope fiends forever high Forever fire get lit wit' the trigger eye Twenty split, gun the bitch, leave her dead I Man I put your block on four
nuts You see it be them same niggas 'Cause coochie ass lame niggas (Last time) Learn some motherfucking thangs nigga Now picture me as a killa (killa) Young crack dope deala (dope
the old girl said Chorus I got some niggas on the other side One day I got to take a ride And let them know I still represent the Southside No more
in the dope spot Why the fuck you think I pull up in a dope car? Gold shoes stepping out with a dope bitch Cartel so she got to suck four dicks I be
You stuck on the block like the ave got parenthesis Course everybody gotta war story I swear to God, I hear more and more stories I'm in Jersey, the crib, four
my way Victory is on the way Khaled go in on 'em Show 'em we gonna win, homey Get off in they skin homey I've been gettin' it in the streets over ten years
your (Monopoly), they just gon' attack you Can't (Pictionary) it, they gon' think it's (Taboo) When you get more, they can't (Connect) the (Four) [Outro
I wanna toast, on behalf of y'all 'Cause the more we get, the more we takin' From other people, baby Brooklyn Here's a toast to all the dons, dope fiends
leave a nigga wet, I left two bodies on macnester that them people ain't found yet, If you beefin' with me, say your prayers, I been in gangsta shit four years
any more niggaz die No parole or probation Now this is a young man's summer vacation No chance for rehabilitation 'Cause look at the motherfuckin' years
look at us And all y'all dope-dealers Your as bad as the police 'cause ya kill us You got rich when you started slangin' dope But you ain't built us
, bailed me out, drunk again And I never will forgive myself For putting you through all that hell I went from high school dropout to factory laborer Slave to the clock until four