Dope, Jobs, Homeless (Alternate Take) lyrics

[Hook - Obie Trice] (*echo*)
Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all
Who the f*ck gon' tell me sh*t?
Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all
Y'all n*ggas can't tell me sh*t
Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all
Motherf*cker you can't tell me sh*t
Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all
Y'all cats can't tell me sh*t

[Verse 1 - Obie Trice]
Yo, I sold dope, watched fiends crave for rock
Watch 'em watchin me put the stash in my sock
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 twos
Aggravated by picky crackheads who don't know which rock to choose
Took outta town trips
Two seconds in the son of a b*tch, narcs run in, talkin sh*t
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 (know about that sh*t right there)
[Hook - Obie Trice] (*echo*)
Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all
Y'all cats can't tell me sh*t
Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all
Y'all n*ggas can't tell me sh*t
Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all
Motherf*cker you can't tell me sh*t
Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all
Y'all cats can't tell me sh*t

[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
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 from bein stressed out and tired
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
sh*t, you work when they want you to
Equal opportunity? Yeah right
Suburban community check stubs always hella tight
And my sh*t lookin like this
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 (c*ckin back his sh*t)
[Hook - Obie Trice] (*echo*)
Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all
Y'all cats can't tell me sh*t
Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all
Y'all n*ggas can't tell me sh*t
Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all
Motherf*cker you can't tell me sh*t
Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all
Y'all cats can't tell me sh*t

[Verse 3 - Obie Trice]
I done been homeless, no place to sleep
Moms don't wanna hear it, no place to eat
I pass out on my man's couch, just for a week
'Til he get fed up and kick a n*gga to the street
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
You done 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
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 22 years old
Stuck in the cold, snot drippin profusely
Takin the alley routes, so my ex-cutie won't notice me
[Hook - Obie Trice] (*echo*)
Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all
Y'all cats can't tell me sh*t
Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all
Now who the f*ck gon' tell me sh*t?
Aiyyo, dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all
Motherf*ckers can't tell me sh*t
Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all
Motherf*cker, I done did it all