chorus

i get it done

make it one make it two make it three

right before it happens

make it four make it five make it 6 7 8 9

ten

come on motherfucka we can do it again

repeat



See i aint never had shit

but my strife and my game and my life

and all thems is just hand downs from my granddaddy lidvens

for them whose black folks ever came to here

to steal and hustling food stamps for that nine to 4 caddy

how many days can i stretch this box of grits

shit never quits im a brother

pitching fits or pitching shit

i use my mouth or a leg muscle anything to make the rent,

yo give up the hustle.

I know the us economy and i could run it

im about to make these four dollars into 4 hundred

aint nothing happening but this serious game

while they got billions in the bank

we just got money on the deck

and when we got fresh rims we on top,

on top of what when the kitchen's table's on hock

gun uncocked but we seen it on the past

make a fast dash for the cash be gangsta leaning on your ass

twentys and tens its all about making ends

no need to sin to uplift a california living

but i'd rear cos err i remember as a tot mr ogs

skank you motherfuckars with the glocks

and now the rocks is in my pockets

and my spots hot like the haiwaiian tropics

a taskforce topic cos this one's a cya

even though the yay is brought in by the cia

see im a motherfuckas thats done some dirt for my meal ticket

but i learned quit you gots to deal with it

well i dealed for twentytwofucking years

you damn straight my homies been laid when we all shed a tear

and its clear to my ear i had to learn that knowledge

cos after 12th grade i had to say fuck college

and the knowledge no