Dope Jobs Homeless lyrics

[Intro]
sh*tted on, ran from it (I did it all)

[Verse 1]
I sold dope, watched fiends crave for rock
Watch 'em watchin me put the stash in my sock (Hey! Yo! Yo!)
Walkie-talk to n*ggas from the corner when the Feds 'bout to enter
Pumped up blocks, summer to winter
Kerosene heaters by my feet
Takin tops off, just so a n*gga can eat lunch meat
Four days, no Z's
From the first to third, end of the month, I'm too excited to get sleep
I bagged up 2's
Aggravated by picky motherf*ckers who don't know which rock to choose (Picky man!)
Took outta town trips
Two seconds in this son of a b*tch, NARCs run in, talkin sh*t (Who dis?)
I know about dope, I lost my man Lou to the coke
Pumpin over there off of DeSoto
Any n*gga who don't know about this
I hit ya with the Iron Mike quote "that's ludicrous!"
sh*ttin in the tub, p*ssin in the tub
Hepatitis B inflicted in a thug
I know about that sh*t right there

[Hook]
Hey yo, Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all
Y'all n*ggas can't tell me sh*t
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Who the f*ck goin' to tell me sh*t?
Dope, Jobs, Homeless...
[Verse 2]
I done had jobs black
Boss man yellin at the top of his lungs about a f*ckin Big Mac
He damn near fired
A restaurant manager who can't manage sh*t, stressed out retired
I'm talkin about blacks
You work all week with Boo and one day your man Boo just collapse
His breakdown's 'caused by his b*tch, who dropped the drawers
For a n*gga who could really floss
Five twenty-five, it make your mouth leak
And on top of that sh*t, you get a check every other week
You work a week in the hole, there's thirty motherf*ckers on payroll
You work when they want you to
Equal opportunity? n*gga right
Suburban community check stubs always hella tight
And my sh*t lookin like this (Damn!)
I got a b*tch, a baby and I need a place to p*ss
p*ssed off at check time cause I was skipped
That's when Obie Trice start c*ckin back his sh*t (f*ck this!)

[Hook]
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Y'all n*ggas can't tell me sh*t
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Who the f*ck gonna tell me sh*t?
[Verse 3]
I done been homeless, no place to sleep
Moms don't wanna hear it, no place to eat (C'mon Maa!)
Ppass out on my man's couch, just for a week
Till he get fed up and kick a n*gga to the street (Get the f*ck outta here, dawg!)
Black out from cold, freezin my toes
Snow f*ckin over my boots, my Tims' froze
Face turnin blue
Cars ridin by with the little children on the inside pointin at you (mommy look at that man!)
f*cked over folks and they don't wanna see ya
Baby momma gotta new n*gga with a Visa
Sleepin in cars, abandoned sh*t
And while the rats eat the wires, you be prayin and sh*t (Please, Lord, please!)
Close to pneumonia, wishin for heat, like damn if only I came up in California
Plottin on a lick like, stickin your mans
Cause damn, you know he got at least a grand in his pants
Face lookin old, despite the fact you only 20 years old
Stuck in the cold, snot drippin profusely
Takin the alley routes, so my ex-cutie won't notice me

[Hook]
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Who the f*ck goin' to tell me sh*t?
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all
Y'all n*ggas can't tell me sh*t
Hey yo, Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all
Who the f*ck gonna tell me sh*t?
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Motherf*cker, I done did it all
[Outro]
Yeah! sh*t is real out there, yeah
Nap Entertainment, 2000
f*ck n*gga