HOOK
n***as don't want beef,but wanna eat in dese streets
n***as k** for that money,jst to live in dese streets
I tell ma n***as,hold up,we gon' really cash out
Steady smoking blunts up,'till a n***a pa**out
(We'gon make that money fast, so we 'gon take that fast route")
Lil Ace (1st verse)
I said we started off slow,then we made it to the top
I layed a couple n***as down,den they piled up like blocks
n***as say 'dey really real,but they really hang wit opps
I made shots,i sent shots,now im 'laxxin stack guap
Dese n***as fold,under pressure,can't hang wit dese streets
On the rush,for 'dis money,but they stay getting beat
Tensions rising,streets hot,n***as really feel that heat
Shots fired,cops tired,mamas crying on 'dey knees
n***a k**t,half-asleep,caught lackin,just a dream
Fiends screamin',thots fienin',sipp purple,keep leanin
Keep dreamin,if you really think you made some f**in paper
Shooters dial number 2,call em' up, for a favor
Neva f**ed wit no squares,street smart,and we major
Thot b**h a sweet lick,so we took her,and we taste her
I said this life is a b**h,and her cousins name is danger
Ma n***a zae k** sh**,i come through,clean it later,real sh**
(HOOK)