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Shitted on, ran from it (I did it all)
I sold dope, watch fiends crave
for rock
Watch 'em watching me put the stash in my sock (Hey! Yo!
Yo!)
Walkie-talk to niggas from the corner when the Feds 'bout to
enter
Pumped up blocks some of the winter
Kerosene heaters by feet, takin
tops off just so a nigga can eat lunchmeat
Four days no Z's, from the first
to the third
End of the month to excited to get sleep, I bagged up
2's
Aggravated by picky motherfuckers who don't know which rock to choose
(Picky man)
Took outta town trips, two seconds in a son of a bitch
NARCs
run in talking shit (who dis?)
I know about dope, lost my man Lou to the
coke
Pumping over there off of DeSoto
Any nigga who don't know about
this
I hit ya with the Iron Mike quote "That's Ludicrous"
Shittin in the
tub, pissing in the tub, Hepititis B inflicted in a thug
I know about that
shit right there
Hey yo, I know about that shit right there
Hey yo,
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all
Y'all niggas can't tell me shit
Dope,
Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Who the fuck goin' to tell me shit?
Dope, Jobs,
Homeless...
I don't had jobs black
Boss man yelling at the top of his
lungs about a fuckin Fat Burger!
We damn near fired, restaurant manager who
can't manage shit
Stressed out retired, I'm talking about blacks
You work
all week for Boo, and one day your man Boo just collapse
Bricks, houses,
cars
A bitch who drops her drawls for a nigger who can really floss
Five
twenty five can make your mouth leak and on top of that shit
You get a check
every week
You work a week in the hole, with thirty motherfuckers on pay
roll
You work when they want you to
Equal opportunity? Nigga right,
suburban community check stubs always hella tight
My shit looking like
this
I got a bitch a baby and I need a place to piss
Pissed off at check
time cuz I was skipped
That's when obie trice start cockin' back his shit
(fuck this)
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Y'all niggas can't tell
me shit
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Who the fuck gonna tell me
shit
I done been homeless, no place to sleep
Moms don't wanna hear it
no place to eat
Pass out on my mans couch just for a week
Till he get fed
up and kick a nigga to the street (Get the fuck outta here, dogg!)
Black out
from cold, freezin' my toes
Snow fuckin over my boots, my Tims froze
Face
turnin blue, cars ridin by with the little children
on the inside pointin at
you (mommy look at that man)
Fucked over folks, and they don't wanna see
ya
Baby momma gotta new nigga with a Visa
Sleepin in cars, abandoned
shit
While the rats eat the wires you be prayin and shit (Please, Lord,
please!)
Close to pneumonia
Wishin for heat, like damn if only I came up
in California
Plottin on a (?), like stickin your mans
Damn, you know he
got at least a grand in his pants
Face lookin old, despite the fact your only
20 years old
Stuck in the cold
Snot drippin profusely
Taking the alley
route so my ex-cutie wouldn't notice me
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it
all
Who the fuck goin' to tell me shit
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it
all
Y'all niggas can't tell me shit
Hey yo, Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it
all
Who the fuck gonna tell me shit?
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it
all
Motherfucker, I don't did it all
Yeah! Shit is real out there,
yeah
Nap Entertainment, 2000
Fuck nigga
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