Cold World Hustlers - Straight Doin' It lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Vic] Straight doin' is the thing that I come by punk No thoughts to the matter when I get drunk Gettin' gerped is a way of life for me Brown bag wid a forty straight to the party see Always on the run but I did mix So don't trip when ya see Vic hop a fence Straight turn around in the cuts and lookin' for a n***a to jack In my lap my f**in' strap and po po's on my f**in' back (Whoop there it is!) This n***a wid the slow roll money smoke and chiz Trip through the sewer I'll be ya tour guide Used to be young as f** and now he pullin' homicides After the d**h I'm headed towards the light Get ready for the hit and stay outta sight Straight done did it and we poppin' and it ain't no joke Make the headlines my way, n***a smoked New booty to the game of crack Tried to sell and couldn't watch his back To the cuts and have the n***a jacked Nine double M to the dome and took his sack Day after day it's the same sh**, (same sh**) Year after year and it don't quit, (it don't quit) n***as on the Hill try to, ruin it but they can't Cause I'm straight doin' it [Verse 2: E-Sick] There's a whole lotta sh** I need to talk about So you'll see what the s**a Free is all about The whole f**in' city's turfed out Everybody and they momma's in the drama no doubt Two for one is how we do it in the city Get ya a** f**ed up n***as showin' no pity Alotta motherf**as g**nin' Other young brothers sell caine crack or dank I know alotta hoes that, boost Hit they a** wrong n***as gettin' juice It's n***as that might rob ya Put a pistol to ya face or don't bother The point I'm tryin' to make is real clear G That livin' in Frisco's crazy 4-1-5 is the code that we live by Gotta get drunk stay pumped for the drive-by [Verse 3] s**a busta gay f*ggot coward a** n***as Better punk out when my finger's on the trigger Causin' no delay I won'ta save to hesitate To blast to the chest and put a bullet in ya brain My friend my homie, my so called partna Next time I see him I think I gotta pop him Pack a gat up in my pants everytime that I'm steppin' The forty-four mag is the motherf**in' weapon Straight doin' it I'm worst than a dope fiend Or wid some dame I get psyche off the cheap green [HOOK] n***as be doin' it straight be doin' it Brothers ain't new to it and really don't give a sh** (2X) [Verse 4: Big Vic] Straight doin' is the thoughts that I'm thinkin' To the n***as on the forties keep drinkin' And to the n***as on the danked out tip Frisco's in the house keep ya pistol on ya hip sh** never gets better it gets worse The n***as gettin' k**ed the b**hes gettin' hurt Now I'm tryna let you know the way it was The n***as the b**hes the k**in' the d** Peep game, the G-A-M-E If I don't get you, then you will get me Ya so called n***a ain't sh** from jump street And I'll be damned if I let a n***a get me [Verse 5] n***as don't understand and b**hes don't comprehend About this attitude a n***a be havin' Cause livin' in Frisco a n***a be tryna hang Slangin' this caine while I part-time g**n My set Hunter's Point everybody's strapped down n***as be strapped down from Harbor to Deuce Town Tech 9 twenty-five and my A.K Four forty Mac three eighty and a twelve guage [Verse 6: E-Sick] Well all playas grab a six-pack and listen Fire up the biggie as I take you on a mission As we roll through the streets through the hoods Through the cuts of San Francisco YEAH, I'm hearin' that gangstas don't live long So when I leave the house I gotta make it home Perved and swerved yeh eyes kinda tight Just came from all night on a motherf**in' bike f** it jumped in a motherf**in' bucket Up and down third, n***as straight gerpin' Money's on I smoke blunts wid my folks Touchin' on spots gettin' drunk tellin' jokes As a n***a hoax we was all out the game Like the old days it ain't a damn thang changed I can't look back go back I gives a f** I work all week and get drunk at the clubs n***as be doin' it straight be doin' it n***a ain't new to it and really don't give a sh** Everyday thang wid enuff of you hoes She the same old b**h in some brand new clothes Playas, haters, n***as don't trip You bobbin' yo head like you lovin' this sh** n***as keep gone, gettin' straight f**ed You gotta keep on ya mind it's all about comin' up That's the way it is cause n***as don't give a f** Gotta stay crunk like a motherf**in' Mack truck Goin' straight ahead never ever stop Ya don't look back, you might get popped And don't even trip cause the sh** ain't gon' stop In the streets of Frisco