Ricky Fitz - Hardly Safe lyrics

[Intro: Sample] Come on man, open this f**ing safe Why you doing this, man? f** all that, shut up, shut the f** up Asking me why this and why that You think I'm playing? You think I'm playing!? Open that f**ing safe, man! Look at me (Yeah, imagine that sh**, imagine that, check it) Look at me, I said look at me! (Yo, yo) [Verse 1: Jon Murdock] I won't open the safe, I got a open case, still open your face The only way I'm opening this is if you roll with the Jakes f** guns you need badges, f** that You need a battering ram, just to break down the hinges I been broke as f** I been holding blunts, walking down the street, just hoping my luck Would change any day, but remain to stay the same Nine to five won't work, so you stressed to play the game So I play that game, coming up to get the most of it And that right there would change friends to be a**ociates Snake eyes appear and you the talk of the town ‘Cause you got a whip now and ain't walkin' around They hawkin' you down, thinking about sparkin' around Walk with a frown, how you the total opposites now It's always the closest ones that set you up Ain't stressing nothing, look, I wish y'all the best of luck Jon Murdock well protected, keep myself guarded Run solo dolo, low key I armed with Eyes in the back of my head, I keep dodgin' ‘Cause you'll never know when you'll be the next target [Verse 2: Lex Starwind] Scapegoat, slave boats, Federal Reserve Slick mouth f*ggot, [?] your word Them herbs on the hill, hundred dollar bills, all targets Snatched and dragged, get tagged by the marksman Cats move awkward, caution where snakes walk Keep a ox tucked, ready for beef like steak sauce Keep 'em thinking weight off, ‘cause they switched the game n***as get rise for they shine so they switch they chain You could talk that, let that slip, let that slide They find out, them n***as waiting right outside With they nines out, right? And they ready to move Ready to kidnap your son from elementary school It's elementary fool, you gotta stack on the low 'Fore you get trapped for your dough, duct tape, wrapped on the flo' Spot rush, Glock bust, door kicked, four fifth Please don't make me force it, know you got some more sh** [Verse 3: Ricky Fitz] Yo, my team be in another league in Philly we the [?] You soil beneath the concrete I walk on Chucks on the sidewalk, where guns popped off A kid dropped off from school early, 8 AM and got caught with a Slug to his face that ended his days As he once knew, peep the news that cops got too Cat's in custody, but never know the whole story Of what went down on this cold day in North Philly Rest in peace'd by him Almost thought I'd have to bury [?] But tragically he survived that Three hundred milligrams of smack running through his veins purposefully to ease the pain Same pain turn a rich college man to [?] neglected So he straight smoking base in the attic Anything he ever wanted, he had it But all he wanted was a touch of love from his old man and couldn't grab it Same pain made me pick up a mic, rip it on sight Then slide with a dope white chick that s** nice Same pain made me run in your crib, gun to your wiz To open up the safe or I'm blowing your kids [Outro: Sample] You think I'm f**ing playing, open the safe! Now next time, I ain't gon' miss, alright? There ain't even no money in this safe, man, there ain't sh** I got a hundred grand at the crib This n***a playing games, “Ain't no money in the safe” Get up man, get up man!