[Intro:]
Turn me up a lil' bit
[Verse:]
The dope game hard, the rap game easy
Industry n***as so motherf**in sleazy
In the streets n***as 'gon try you if it's easy
Leave you like a b**h on a period bleedin
Real respect real almost in any case
When the fake get involved it turn to a murder case
Behind every d**h, it's a s**er in the mix
s**er n***as get a real n***a in some deep sh**
For instance Glenn, did different with Ben
Glenn told him get a chick I gotta check for ten
And hit shorty with two, if she clear in a week
Then it's eight bands left we split four grand a piece
Long story long Glenn jerked him instead
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f**ed the b**h and count up and withdrew all of the bread
Ben caught him slippin put the slammer to his head
Took his j**els took it to the pawn sh** was just led
Faker than the three dollar bill he wish he k**ed
Glenn sped back to his block right up the hill
Told the OG bu*ta, from the hood what happened
But he left out the part, 'bout him snakin and rappin
Said I was just chillin on Rutland, 'bout to kick it with a b**h
Then this hatin n***a Ben, ran up on me with some sh**
I told the n***a if he 'gon pull it, then he better k** me!
bu*ta said what happened? n***a took all your j**elry
Nah I ain't with it today, I kept it light
That n***a can't shoot anyway, so I'm aight
But he f**ed up now, 'cause I know where he be
Matter fact big homey, won't you ride with me?!
Now bu*ta in the car, he don't play that sh**
And he fittin to put a hole in a n***a
With his fo' fifth eight shot head trigger
There he go right there pull up a lil' nearer
I'm a get out, meet me on the corner stay on the right
Glenn said cool big homey, I got you aight
Ben ain't even seen it comin he caught that body with ease
And Glenn saw some people comin he thought it was the d's
But it wasn't, and he drove off
But he hit the corner lookin like is this boy lost?
Now it's sirens, gun in hand lookin violent
He fit the description police just got the firin, now he gone
And the moral of the story is, f**in with s**ers could get your mother tears
And the moral of the story is, when you f** with them s**ers could get your mother tears
[Outro:]
This is my song, you can't defend wrong,
You can't defend wrong, Maybe you'll listen if I put it in a, song, song, song, song
Maybe you'll listen if I put it in a, song, song, song, song, you can't defend wrong
The rap game hard, the dope game easy
Industry n***as so motherf**in sleazy
In the streets n***as 'gon try you if it's easy
Leave you like a b**h on a period bleedin
Real respect real almost in any case
When the fake get involved it turn to a murder case
Real respect real almost in any case
When the fake get involved it turn to a murder case