hey give me weed for a G and let me mob 
and fuck what you talkin about playa 
cause I do my job 
I never knew nothin but hustlin 
struggle and strive just to stay alive 
never could keep a nine to five 
so I`m making my cent 
a proposition that you can`t refuse 
in it to win it, never lose 
steady payin dues 
I hear em hollerin, say bleed you got the juice now 
got me nerved up and ready to knock some shit loose now 
but hold me down 
and let me know you know for sure 
when you see me sideways ballin out the door 
gone to the liquor store 
commin off the slab 
smokin on some weed with plenty hoes to stab 
on behalf of the Concentration Camp 
we breaking bread for life 
so everything gonna be alright now 
my nigga my nerve 
fresh off the curb 
jelly, jam, and preserve 
nothin but balls and my word 
fuck what you heard 
smoke something nigga