It's a drought, but we got dope We got dope, we got dope It's a drought, but we got dope Then it's gon cost you mo'
First you mix the dope, then you cook the dope And if you ain't a fiend, you don't smoke the dope This ain't a movie, and you ain't Scarface So don't bring no hoe around you, that love white cake C-Murder facing life, and never gave a name And you niggaz turn on each other, for a couple of them thangs I must address this shit, cause it's a serious fucking issue How you gon accept a badge, 'fore the police come get you We don't fuck with y'all kind, whodi why you snitching This ain't baseball, so stop pitching And making collect calls, to the police Get your jersey retired, whodi you don't know me I should of stayed in school, could of been a doctor But I'm riding Third Ward boys, trying to lose them helicopters But I ain't with being broke, got the scale in my coat We gon get through this man, meet me by the sto' And I don't know, what they told you boy I got that A1, whole baking soda boy You could add the B12, put it in a bag Take it to the hood, I bet it go fast
I take razors to the plate, chop up the yay Till they call the corner store, the Hard Rock Cafe So I kick in the door, cause they heard I supply bricks I got 10 they find more, I could hide 6
You think quick, when there's money on the line That's when I come through, and get em every time Fine line 'tween the vision my chain, like it's straw And the nose of a fiend, and they sniffing that caine
You snort raw, I got Peruvian pure My connect not dimmy, but he giving me more How you a hustler dog, since you with the top off Best taking flicks, so you tripping making drop off's
The game clear, when I'm spitting these bars It's that of a real nigga, when I sit through a charge We got work man, tell me what you want Yeah he supplying shit, I can get it in a month Put the pieces in place
Then we find the yay
No shorts on the strip
All the money be straight
Don't hate if you broke, must of woke up late
Cause we be up when the sun rise, dope don't wait
Now the FED's came through, took some niggaz off the block Rat-a-tat-tat, this shit won't stop Now how many niggaz, got to die in this game 'Fore we all realize, we gotta get out of this thang And if you make it to money, get your life straight Find another way out, before it's too late Ain't nothing wrong, with making it out of the hood It's enough for in the game, where the playas play for good And these cats, be barking Keep your eyes on these niggaz, that you know that be talking
