51.50 - Steady Stayin' Paid #2 lyrics

"Feindin' like a b**h, To stay in the game Hustlin' n strain, I was up But now I'm long came" I was flippin', lost my sack Now I'm tryin' to get back I can't resort to the jack Because I'm known for that But I'm a gangsta An ace at all tricks of the trades Since I was young (My occupation was 'steady stayin' paid') So I ...(?) And come up with a master plan Oh yeah I know I'll rob the house across my (?) Hell muthaf**in' yeah, That's a cool come up There's hella weed and money Plus the people is old as f** I seen that old muthaf**a take his a** to work about 10 That's when my pimp a** gangsta plan Had to kick in So I approach with slow speed and hella keyed (Pervin' off the dank, yeah I'm thinkin' bout some money) Kicked in the door with no time to be wasted The first thing I seen was the old b**h ...(?) Put the pistol to her head and she pointed to the next room Opened the door I seen hella money and loot (Where the money at b**h, don't make me do a 2-11 and a 187 *bang*) Shot the b**h in the face Then I ran straight to the back I throw in a fist with the muthaf**in' money sack Jumped in the Lac Put the peddle straight to the floor Two beeps on the horn (*beep* *beep*) Now I'm outtie, ho