Cellski:
It's 94' and I'm back on the scene and my mean mug is on
Lookin at n*ggas mean
Maybe cause a n*gga was born and raised to be a banger
When I was young the OG's knew I was gone be a gangsta
Because I lived on the block that turned into the dope spot
Never thought a n*gga would be selling white rocks
Because if I did wouldn't be a bad ass kid
Been in the dope game since about nine or ten
At 13 a n*gga was a young OG started pimpin hoes
By the age of 14, by 15 and 16 bout the age when a n*gga
Got serious cause it was time to bang
In and out of juvenile all the f*cking time
The only thing I do when I get out is get on my grind
Cause every time I go to the hall I go broke
You know how it is when your f*cking family smokes
In and out of your room going through your drawers and sh*t
But I don't really trip cause I got some other sh*t
Stashed in my b*tch house just for the dope drought
Man-oh-man I can't wait til I get out
Cause it's gone be serious when a n*gga hit the turf
I got a half a thang and you know it's probably worth about
20G's and that's all on my mind
So a n*gga gotta get pumped to get on the grind
Hook:
A n*ggas on his g
I gotta sell d so I can get a ki
A n*ggas on his g
A n*ggas on his g
I gotta get a ki so I can be Fe'
Verse Two: Mister Cee:
Like 2Took this is strictly for my n*ggas getting paid
But you player haters you ain't gettin nothing but shot and laid
In the motherf*ckin dirt by a young n*gga that's
Puttin in much work
But my mind is strictly on coppin ki's
I don't wanna sell 20 shots all my life like some OG's
Still running wild with that crack sack
f*ck Superfly, sh*t, it's all about the New Jacks
I got two O's in the back of my truck
Guess I spent a hunk so I can't be punk
About my motherf*ckin money cause I got a dope case
In court I got a car to fix plus a dank habit to support
sh*t, I'm picking em' up breaking em' down
Kinda swiftly n*ggas say slow down but n*ggas better miss me
Catch 2Took quick for the [?]
But your not a Bay n*gga but your bout to get checked
A young n*ggas on his grind all the f*ckin time
Everybody got their's so why can't I get mine
And when your selling dank all your homies wanna get
A 5 by the ten or 5 by the eighth here
And I need a new hook up for the state fair
Cause your hoe and that hoe and more hoes will be there
But a punk b*tch I pay her no mind
Cause I rather be married to my mother f*ckin grind
Hook
Third Verse: Cellski:
Havin things my way but I gotta hustle to make
A livin it ain't like back in the days when everybody
Was making a killing
Making sale after sale major clientele
And everybody walking around the turf with much mail
Nowadays n*ggas gotta get what they can
Because there's too many n*ggas trying to be the man
Back in the days a hundred dollars was a lot to me
But nowadays a n*gga be thinking bout some G's
Trying to stack what I can on a money mission
And spend this sh*t especially on these punk b*tches
Hoes always trying to get over and cage ya
I think you better call Mr. Captain Save-A
Cause a n*gga can't play that role
Even if a n*gga's ballin outta control
I got 99 problems and a b*tch ain't one
Still trying bounce the cage with crumbs, beyatch