Cellski:
It's 94' and I'm back on the scene and my mean mug is on
Lookin at n***as mean
Maybe cause a n***a was born and raised to be a banger
When I was young the OG's knew I was gone be a gangsta
Because I lived on the block that turned into the dope spot
Never thought a n***a would be selling white rocks
Because if I did wouldn't be a bad a** kid
Been in the dope game since about nine or ten
At 13 a n***a was a young OG started pimpin hoes
By the age of 14, by 15 and 16 bout the age when a n***a
Got serious cause it was time to bang
In and out of juvenile all the f**ing time
The only thing I do when I get out is get on my grind
Cause every time I go to the hall I go broke
You know how it is when your f**ing family smokes
In and out of your room going through your drawers and sh**
But I don't really trip cause I got some other sh**
Stashed in my b**h house just for the dope drought
Man-oh-man I can't wait til I get out
Cause it's gone be serious when a n***a hit the turf
I got a half a thang and you know it's probably worth about
20G's and that's all on my mind
So a n***a gotta get pumped to get on the grind
Hook:
A n***as on his g
I gotta sell d so I can get a ki
A n***as on his g
A n***as on his g
I gotta get a ki so I can be Fe'
Verse Two: Mister Cee:
Like 2Took this is strictly for my n***as getting paid
But you player haters you ain't gettin nothing but shot and laid
In the motherf**in dirt by a young n***a that's
Puttin in much work
But my mind is strictly on coppin ki's
I don't wanna sell 20 shots all my life like some OG's
Still running wild with that crack sack
f** Superfly, sh**, it's all about the New Jacks
I got two O's in the back of my truck
Guess I spent a hunk so I can't be punk
About my motherf**in money cause I got a dope case
In court I got a car to fix plus a dank habit to support
sh**, I'm picking em' up breaking em' down
Kinda swiftly n***as say slow down but n***as better miss me
Catch 2Took quick for the [?]
But your not a Bay n***a but your bout to get checked
A young n***as on his grind all the f**in time
Everybody got their's so why can't I get mine
And when your selling dank all your homies wanna get
A 5 by the ten or 5 by the eighth here
And I need a new hook up for the state fair
Cause your hoe and that hoe and more hoes will be there
But a punk b**h I pay her no mind
Cause I rather be married to my mother f**in grind
Hook
Third Verse: Cellski:
Havin things my way but I gotta hustle to make
A livin it ain't like back in the days when everybody
Was making a k**ing
Making sale after sale major clientele
And everybody walking around the turf with much mail
Nowadays n***as gotta get what they can
Because there's too many n***as trying to be the man
Back in the days a hundred dollars was a lot to me
But nowadays a n***a be thinking bout some G's
Trying to stack what I can on a money mission
And spend this sh** especially on these punk b**hes
Hoes always trying to get over and cage ya
I think you better call Mr. Captain Save-A
Cause a n***a can't play that role
Even if a n***a's ballin outta control
I got 99 problems and a b**h ain't one
Still trying bounce the cage with crumbs, beyatch