This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
 coz it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
 This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
 you got to have the conned, in this land of milk and honey

 Verse Two:
 I walked through the front door to fill out my ap
 Here comes another sap asking if I rap
 I don't say a word coz he know that I do
 I'm down with the MAAD ass U know Hoo!
 I take a number and a seat
 I'm sweating from the heat
 Somebody got their shoes off
 I smell their feet
 My number is 80, it's still on 20
 I look up at the clock and now IS 10:30
 Free butter and cheese oh please, oh please
 Can I get my food stamps so I can leave
 I got money and a car but they don't even know it
 now they asking me a gang of questions coz I told them I was homeless
 I'm living in a car out back in the alley
 but I use to shack up with a hooker named Sally
 line after line
 what is the time
 My life is in a bomb so I'm standing in the county line

 Chorus

 Verse Three:
 I'm sittin' at a desk talking to a social worker
 She thinks I'm a fool but I know that I can work her
 -Punk ass ho' sittin' behind the window all toe up ass tramp
 rollin' that week sheets of mine
 "You have a penetentry record"
 -I said I know that BIATCH!
 She wants to know what kind a work do I do
 I said I haven't worked since 1992
 I can't find a job though I looked and I looked
 took one hit of the crack and mistook
 she sittin there wonderin' when i get to the point  like I'm smokin me a joint
 job search work the projects whackness
 and in a few weeks I'd get my check
 now I got to wait for them to call me trough the window
 so I can get some cash to pay for the hotel and the bathshow
 it's 5:13 by the clock on the wall
 bum for some change so I can make a phone call
 shit is getting late and the time is 29
 that why so many niggas standing in the county line
 Chorus 2X to fade