Stiggety step right up here goes your pusher Dressed in black, dealing from bud to crack But the pusher don't know that I'm trying to scheme And if he let me get to close I might dope fiend Making snaps as he serves to the cluck bitches Rush your spot because I need the mutherfucking riches He dont know me, but geah I know the fool name Hooked him up with a hoodrat, y'all know the game Call me a sneaky little devil Rush his ass to the spot as I clock him with a shovel Dont wanna do it but I gots to kick down my kid And if I aint got what you got, I'm putting in my bid Jack you, jack your crew in your territory Crazy mutherfucker but its just another gang story Make the hit as I creep in the Nova Mutherfucker, cause I gots to get over
First come, first serve Peel a nigga's cap if you got the nerve Geah, you don't work you dont eat is what the [huh?] say Don't wanna be broke so I work every damn day Jacking fools, hour after hour Like my homie Scarface I got the money and the power Dig in your ass, making that cash faster than a jack Give it up smooth or to your jaw I start to mack I needs the mutherfuckin snaps And since I grew up in a down hood, I gots to peel caps Call me a dark man, because I'm like a night creeper Clean up your set as I spray you with the street sweeper Too much hard times and I'm tired of taking I needs the mutherfucking green and I aint faking it You can run but can't hide, because I know ya And pretty soon, I'm a have to get over
5-0 trying to run a fake jack move One times too dumb, I play it real smooth Out the back door a nigga belling "Freeze", as they cock the gats, is what they yelling Cant let them catch up because they'll ruin So I hops the fence in my fucking Patrick Ewing's Punk Eiht fool, thats a damn dud Can't get beat down with no damn billy clubs Shorter than short, gaffle me up Cause I'm to quick to let a sorry fool step on my dick Geah. Getting over on niggas real speedy In the city where everybodies greedy And now I'm at the end of my rope Police done caught me with an ass full of dope No more luck. I guess its true In the end you get fucked, no more getting over
Compositores: Aaron B Tyler, Austin Burnett Johnson, Smead Gaughan Hudman, Alaric Simon ECAD: Obra #2161482