Guilty Simpson - Footwork lyrics

Good sh**... [Guilty Simpson] Crack, E, Powder, Weed No matter what it is they got what you need Young cats serving bags from ten speeds I guess money does grow on trees Kush, Gas, Dro, and Regs Drop a few crumbs for the hoes to beg You better learn the game and know the ledge Dudes round here put holes in heads Got cash to blow Dog got ziplock bags of snow And those that keep E work is swoll Chicks pop them hoes like birth control The whole game is buy and sell Keep the clientele high as hell Some dudes jump in, try, and fail Get locked up and tell... (Hook) All the hustlas Let me see your foot work Them young boys around the corner got purp Right next door where homie got murked When he met dude, he copped and got jerked Let me see your foot work/ Don't go down the street, they got dirt Right next door where the girl got murked When she ain't do old boy, he got hurt [Guilty Simpson] Shrooms, Cigs, Meth, and Hash Whatever's gon get that extra cash A1 products in sandwich bags Plate so fat they can't be mad Rain, hail, snow, or sun The whole neighborhood got the 411 If you snitch they'll bust a gun Stomp on your face and bust yo gums You better ask around Them drug boys sewed up half the town Fearless, ain't no backing down The whole crew's packing pounds Ones that you smoke and ones that smoke you And everyone knows who you should go to But you need someone to go through Don't knock if they don't know you... (Hook)