What Can I Do lyrics

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[Verse 1: 8Ball]
Four in the morning, now where am I at? On the track
Distributin' crack wth my hand on my gat, fat
Not cause the spot be hotter than a torch
The fiends gettin' they pipe dreams on the back porch
I haven't been asleep, tryna stack chips, underneath my mattress
I gotta see the judge on the 5th
Until then I'm the cake cuttin' cookie making
Baking soda measurer, illegal money treasurer
Searchin' for an ultimatum, looking for a way out
Prison ain't the way for me so I'm tryna stay out
A couple of young n*ggas I know keep my yay' in steady flow
Even though I'm tryna stop my clientele continue to grow
So I want to quit and get legit and pay taxes
Practice new tactics with the cheese beneath my mattress
What should I do, open a soul food restaurant
Where all the ballers come after early morning blunts
What about a place for a tight stereo
Full of the best sh*t like autoradio
But I don't know it's a hard decision to make, mane
Tryna think of something to do to get out the game

[Chorus: 8Ball & MJG]
What can I do?
What can I do to get out the game, get out the game?
What can I do to get out the game?
What can I do?
What can I do to get out the game, get out the game?
What can I do to get out the game?
What can I do?
What can I do to get out the game, get out the game?
What can I do to get out the game?
What can I do?
What can I do to get out the game, get out the game?
What can I do to get out the game?
[Verse 2: MJG]
Hell ain't nothing like a laundry for your money
Cleanin' up all the fifth, turnin' that sh*t to honey
Funny how the barber and beauty and beeper shops
Occupy the spaces and places around the block
Charges gettin' too damn large for me to take
Rules gettin' too damn hard for me to break
Hate to stay out the game for so long
Tired of doin' sh*t for myself, it's feeling wrong
n*ggas that I came up with is gettin' 'noid
Shoppin' with strangers and checkin' their own boys
Instigations made by certain hoes
Got a player hatin' on the down low
So I keeps my mind in the motherf*cking greatest type of condition
To avoid being missin'
Wishin' that the money would help me forget about all the chances
But certain chances led to other circ*mstances
Ridin' in the streets, 4 deep after midnight
Packin' the heat that's how we creep to keep the sh*t tight
But know the IRS know my name, I can't buy a damn thang
So tell me, what can I do to get out the game

[Chorus: 8Ball & MJG]
What can I do?
What can I do to get out the game, get out the game?
What can I do to get out the game?
What can I do?
What can I do to get out the game, get out the game?
What can I do to get out the game?
What can I do?
What can I do to get out the game, get out the game?
What can I do to get out the game?
What can I do?
What can I do to get out the game, get out the game?
What can I do to get out the game?
[Verse 3: 8Ball]
Today is a new day, oh what a lovely day
I'm gonna try a new way to make my brain power pay
Scope the tight spot to open up a night spot
Supposed to meet the man about the lease on the lot
Got half way up out the house, when what do you know
Somebody wanted me to reopen the drug store
Now would it be different if I would jugglin' on the light side
I would go meet the man and let that dope sh*t slide
But every time a n*gga come with a bigger figure
I gotta dash home and get my f*ckin' serve on
Makin' fast money, hook me like nicotine
This on the street sh*t is deeper than a submarine
One day I want to have a wife and live twice as nice
Afraid I'm gonna lose my life before I get it right
Stuck like glue in this underground life click
My hard headedness got me in some stupid sh*t

[Verse 4: MJG]
I thought it was safe to put the house in my momma name
'Till I was busted and all the f*cked up drama came
I coulda sold my whole soul to the devil
To be smackin' the FED's across the head
With a shovel I was hauled away
A sunny day on my streets
Shackle the cuff with no shoes on my feet
They slammin' down face first on the brick
And looked at my daddy, like boy, you better not say sh*t
Now ain't that b*tch, a real motherf*cking fag
Wanna be hard and hide behind a rusty ass badge
Embarrassed as f*ck, my own kids have to watch
While daddy was beaten and being drugged by a cop
And now that the bubble had been busted in my sh*t
They looked at my family like we was all unlegit
The block was shocked because my folks was so nice
But the spot was hot because they son led a street life
[Chorus: 8Ball & MJG]
What can I do?
What can I do to get out the game, get out the game?
What can I do to get out the game?
What can I do?
What can I do to get out the game, get out the game?
What can I do to get out the game?
What can I do?
What can I do to get out the game, get out the game?
What can I do to get out the game?
What can I do?
What can I do to get out the game, get out the game?
What can I do to get out the game?
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