cuz I got a little money, can`t see it for
the likes of my eyes. (2X)
Chorus
1st Verse:
Damn! Can`t even get out the door good,
she`s on my line hittin` me on my hip at least
about five to six times. Tryin` find a way to
slide in to my busy schedule she say and what`s
up for the day but um, being the player that I
am I keep my game face on, paper`s not long
it`s mandle my hustle`s strong, so it`s off to
scoopski got a G, got a homie that`ll give us that
love on the quota-P, but when the mission is
complete the baby week and see if it`s really
all good like you say, don`t play with me. Got me
fucked with the wrong dick and the wrong clit,
crossin` my path and no doubt will get that ass
kicked, still on a mission therefore I gotta have it
trick nothin` but yourself the sucka`s at the store
on the shell schemin` for the wealth that you know
is on the way but back on up, I`m not the payer, I gets
paid.
Chorus
2nd Verse:
Back in the days it was you that wouldn`t speak,
now you breakin` your neck to see what`s up for
the week, you should have been down, that`s on
the real right from the jump, but now I got to treat you
like a toss-up who`s caught up. You got some nerve
to be actin` like it`s all good, I see your phony side as
I slide through the neighborhood. Miss Goody-Good
I wish you would think would get some love from this way,
you better keep away. Man, didn`t they know that they
eyes are the window to they soul, you dirty-low-down
ice water cold, person that I used to see, eating my
dust as I mash, it`s all about the family makin` cash.
Non-stop for us got that business deal to work, sign
some autographs give away a grip of shirts.
I know it hurts to see a nigga doin` his thang, you
shoulda` maintained the road to fame, now you get
a X by your name.
Chorus
3rd Verse:
Now, what makes you think that you can play some
real playa`s play, nights on the phone with your girl
truth or dare? (Truth). You was gobblin` up a gang
of shit on the down low, mister phisticated top rated
gettin` headphones. Now it`s on and I lay back
watch`em jock, go up and down the block,
(where the homies?) on the spot servin` berry, cuz
Mary ever get you like high, why try when I, brutalize
our spys. Now lately I been hangin`, just thinkin` bout`
my knot, should my hammer just go pop on them
suckas that don`t stop. Yakkin` at the mouth
buckmouth jaw jackin`, I`m seein` through the makeup
undercover hood flatten. I`m after, the dollas and
the cents you gon need to realize the drama that the
twinz bring indeed. Proceed to make you jump,
got a whole of spunk, mama didn`t raise no punk gettin`
all up in funk. (what?)
Chorus(3X)
