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Album: Track 9 on Screwed Up Movement
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[Hook:] Now this ain't a song, you can workout on This a song, you could cook your work on Yeah dog, cook that snow Bag that dro, gon get your do' This ain't a song, you can workout on This a song, you can cook your work on Yeah homie, gon get your mail But watch your back, you might wind up in jail [E.S.G.:] Yeah first off, pay attention to this I feel bad, when I'm talking that negative shit Here we go homie, whip game no doubt 36 going in, 78 coming out Microwave hot, doing three at a time Don't believe me nigga, you ain't been on the grind Do you wanna make one, they all 28 26-27, boys get it straight Rule number one, no new clientele Leave no residue, and wipe your scale I'll prolly go to hell, for talking bout this Niggaz don't listen, to the positive shit I gotta give it to em raw, new world order Young babies found, dead around the water Don't sell dope, cause it's bad for your health When the money get low, we contradict ourself [Hook] [E.S.G.:] Locked down, like Nick or Robert James So much time
, it make you go insane So much money, can't go on a plane So much work, they can't know your name You need a A-list, alibye Think it's the 80's, this the FBI Creeping in your house, watching your spouse Got a rat in your cap, but I ain't talking bout a mouse Talking bout the kind, that'll point you out Bring the alphabet land, to your baby mama house Plant bugs in your couch, read your house Going through your papers, when you take the trash out But don't watch me, watch the police They the biggest gang, that's supplying the streets And then they blame we, for our community And grant that snitch, straight immunity [Hook] [E.S.G.:] Came back home, just did ten This a true story, about G with the Benz Got my homeboy, straight life sentence Name's been changed, to protect the innocent This one thang, we fall victim to The mighty green dollars, straight be calling you Bathen-ape, you gotta get that shoe Bentley jeep too, you gotta have a new coupe Now you candy red, living on the edge Bills piling up, can't a
fford to be scared Not knowing all the time, your connect was a FED Now you never coming home, till you old or dead I say [Hook] [E.S.G.:] Nick Scholts, hold your head up Robert James, hold your head up E.D., hold your head up Ke-We, won't you hold your head up Everybody in the FEDs, hold your head up Everybody doing state time, hold your head up All my boys locked down, hold your head up East Coast-West Coast, let me see you hold it up Midwest, hold your head up Dirty South, gotta hold your head up Yeah, won't you hold your head up Boys wanna see ya, dead or fed up [Hook]
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