and fuck what you talkin about playa
 cause I do my job
 I never knew nothin but hustlin
 struggle and strive just to stay alive
 never could keep a nine to five
 so I'm making my cent
 a proposition that you can't refuse
 in it to win it, never lose
 steady payin dues
 I hear em hollerin, say bleed you got the juice now
 got me nerved up and ready to knock some shit loose now
 but hold me down
 and let me know you know for sure
 when you see me sideways ballin out the door
 gone to the liquor store
 commin off the slab
 smokin on some weed with plenty hoes to stab
 on behalf of the Concentration Camp
 we breaking bread for life
 so everything gonna be alright now
 my nigga my nerve
 fresh off the curb
 jelly, jam, and preserve
 nothin but balls and my word
 fuck what you heard
 smoke something nigga