[Chorus]

35 a gram is too much for me

They got it for 29 up the street

So please, papi, work with me

Cuz see 35 g's for a key is too much for me

35 a gram is too much for me

They got it for 29 up the street

So please, papi, work with me

Cuz see I don't wanna hurt you papi



[Verse 1]

No I don't usually rap about crack and all that

I ain't doing the Devil's job, nah, fuck that

And I don't usually just rap to jaw jack

But I'ma take you back, way back, before rap

Before I had to fight with a kid got clapped

Before all of my fist fights and nap nap

I grind full time son, VA was the jump off

In somebody's city with mad coke to dump off

Nah, we ain't come to act wild

We came to introduce you and your hood to this crack vial

Make a couple of big niggaz turn fragile

Get some money, shoot a few niggaz and then be out

1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, hit it

We wanted it so we had to get out and go get it

So every month I was uptown

Tryin' to get papi's high ass coke price to come the fuck down



[Chrous]



[Verse 2]

I was livin' like a moron, the old E days

The game is a oxymoron; we sold free base

My partner was two face; he smiled when we was face to face

Soon as I turn my back he made the screw face

I know he want my spot

He know he got to kill me to get it

I don't care if I'm found guilty or acquitted

Niggaz gon' feel me on some shiddit

Cuz they know I'm a nigga that did it

Not just a nigga that spit it

Send you to the bottomless pizzit

Then go to jail and get hed on a conjugal visit

Yo, come here exquisite, um nah forget it

I'ma stick to the script so niggaz can get with it

Martinsville, Virginia, Richmond, sittin' in the kitchen

Crackhead cookin' up the batch then

Not matchin', same draws with shit stains

Sellin' the same shit somebody sold to Rick James



[Chorus]