[Backbone]

From front to back street, listen, we on a mission

to get right, workin street corner in the midnight

Picture the scene, these fiends with fire

Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that

I'm wit whateva like Wheatstraw

Stuck servin my cocaine raw

Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump back

Twenty over now that's mo' money to get

Slick, we fin' to LICK on this corner without gettin caught

But time, keep a sleepin and money gettin short

Plus that crooked cop Brock think we blow slangin (fuck him)

That why he ride through the hole with the do' swangin

But I make moves -- shake them tricks up out they shoestrings

Be more precise when we do things

Cause life like shakin the dice, but I buck back twice

like five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay



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I'm strickly dressin dirty dirty

Gone represent it to the t-top

Born and bred up on the street top

Get to the money and the sweet spot

and forever hollerin

"Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops



[Big Boi]

Sheyit

Cops and robbers niggaz be bound to get them dollars and cents

They get in a slump like baseball players 

when they short on they rent

Anything goin you ain't knowin how much money YOU spent

But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents

who hang around you cause you be buyin all the weed

and ALL the chicken

Feedin everybody, smokin em out

When you was broke though they was missin

Now you ridin bout fo' deep, startin to tear up YO' suspension

And your baby mamma on child support

My fault, forget to mention

You don't even have a checkin account

Wasn't thinkin about no pension

I used to work at Steak 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen

Had determination and graduated

Now I got the whole rap world fascinated

I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so I made it

Continue to sell dope, it's payin the bills so you gon' do it

But legislation got this new policy

Three strikes and you're ruined.. now where your crew at?

Yeah..



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[Cool Breeze]

Ay

Me and my buddy on the cut and they know we servin em slabs

We better watch what we doin, and look out for Joe Nab

And quit re'in-up and standin on this same old block

before our gangsta ass partna get both of us shot

Niggaz talkin cause they makin some flow

But still ain't did nuttin that ain't been done befo'

You can't be tryin to showcase, just put it down for your spot

And improvise and work with that little you got

So I think when I finish sellin my last sack

I'ma take some of this money, go and give some back

Cause people won't forget about the time you gave, knowmsayin?

And start thinkin bout a path to pave



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