Obie Trice - Pocket Full lyrics

R.I.P. my n***a B-I-G Notorious Big Yeah get on my Big sh** US notes is all a n***a really aim for Flipping coke is how I learned to make the change roll Momma took my a** to the police for the leak Too involved with the streets pushing the c**a leaf Chopping up onions in the dungeon Me and P-Funk only a few n***as Obie roll with Now I'm on some dumb sh** all in South West 2000 dollar sack no burner no vest Babymama stressed thinking I'm going to die to night f** that, daughter need diapers… baby wipes Only Kobie knew what her daddy had to do to pay for Air Jordan booties keep her in cute shoes n***a might make the news Jakes steady chasing me Raided my mom house My fam can't face me Saying I disgraced them Serving up these junkies f**… I got a pocket full of honkies [Hook] 5-0 will never catch that n***a O' with a pocket full of honkies On the road n***a blowing dough I got a pocket full of honkies Got a few, n***a trying to get more I need a pocket full of honkies Trying to send a n***a sitting behind closed doors over a pocket full of honkies How could I be racist I love Green bills with white faces Afford them nice places Taking pictures on retreats Pictures on the beach Exotic eats Lounging in Venice aquatic streets Done with the partying I'm back up on my bullsh** Burner with the full clip n***as want to bullsh** Take a n***a ?Jewish? sh** Erase you with the tool quick Place me in the ball pen I'll lay you by the ball pit Heavy since youth a n***a stayed in f**ing trouble Habitual felon f** a CCW Police got to catch him Piece under the briefs With a bad b**h s**ing my dick named Al Tarees House for lease We going to move the f** in it then Turn it to the Carter, just like my n***a Nino and them Assault rifles, banana clips for you monkies Trying to stop me while I'm hungry I got a pocket full of honkies! [Hook] Out here getting it for real Coke is moving We bought a house up on the hill Party every night Some homies is off the pill Keep your head right when Vic's want us to squeal Homie hit a left when he should of hit a right When the hook out Feds put the lights and then his wife stook out (I just want to see my wife I know where he get it at He get a hundred of them things right there on Lauter St I know where he get it at I'll tell you everything) Can't we all just get a mil Without you n***as snitching like a b**h that copped a deal n***as want the life but ain't got the zeal n***a chose his wife over money get him k**ed Like Frank White Trice jeans stay motherf**ing filled Some wrapped in ??silamil?? [Hook]