E.S.G. - Snake-N-Da-Gra** lyrics

[talking:] What's the deal Nanu, (wha-wha boy) Ah man, I'm sick and tired of f**ing with these Columbians man (sh** man come with me), what's happ'ing You gon beat these Columbians deal (yeah man, I have everything you want) I'm trying to get, like a thousand pounds (don't worry bout that, I got everything covered), oh fa sho (yeah man), the last motherf**er told me he was a snake in the gra** (don't worry bout that I buckshot them), ha feel this right here [Hook: x2] They got snakes in the gra**, snitches on the block If you violate my block, (we drop your blood clot) But there's one thang, you cowards should know (you don't wanna test, a gangsta) [E.S.G.:] 1999, shine and grind at Wreckshop Still had workers, moving nine and all rocks 'Fore the basketball stopped, the ref blow the whistle 'Fore I drop the top, I gotta co*k my pistol Launched the local missile, we city under siege Remember my first brick, this part two G Had a partna calling me up, from Oklahoma Said he lost his connect, he use to have in California Getting pounds of dro, egg syrup clear coat I use to serve the dope, way back in 9-4 Peep this, it gets deeper as the story goes on I told him call me back, I had Whitey on the phone But that was just a lie, just made my play Then the Red meet me, at the club in my two-way Hard to stay away from paper, when you never had sh** So I met him at the club, in my trunk was a brick [Hook x2] [E.S.G.:] I told that fool get in, let his partna drive his Benz Meet me off 6-10, get a room at Shoney's Inn Said he want a whole thang, and a pound of fire Exchanged a fake hug, boy I checked it for a while I made the first thang, everythang was sweet Then they boy started coming back, every week Take twelve O-Z's, put em in a line At 24 that's 36, at the same time A kilo, and if he go and move that I'll be on two bricks, by the time he get back Hol' that thought, see this playa got caught The FED's found his work, and his cash in the vault That was mental a**ault, his weak mind interrogated His baby mama called me, said the n***a never made it He was easily persuaded, he ain't wanna go to jail Time to clean the house, with the cheese grab the scale [Hook x2] [E.S.G.:] Three weeks pa**es, everything going smooth Then he called me out the blue, hollin' bout what it do Talking bout he need some herb, and four of them birds I'm in the house across the street, I had my phone transferred Now I'm peeping out my window, and what do I see The D.A., FBI and the HPD See I had the phone in my hand, the chopper in the other Trying to think back, have I ever sold to an undercover Ah naw hell naw, put my back against the wall Any means necessary, like Malcolm X dog Whole time, the phone conversation get recorded I said I can't hear ya, playa the phone sounding started Started thinking bout prison, judges and lawyers That's the price you gotta pay, when you wanna be a baller Can't drive my Impala, for the rest of the summer sh** f** that playboy, you got the wrong number