Poison Clan - Some Sh-T I Used To Do lyrics

[ verse 1: jt Money ] Wakin up every morning, pockets on e f** that sh**, school ain't for me They just stoppin me from gettin dollars I dropped out, f** bein a scholar I never did sh** at school before Yoked up Uzi and headed straight for the airport Lookin for some bucks to grab f**ed around, jacked some tourists in a yellow cab With nothin but my bare hands Oh boy, look at me comin clean with grands Start touchin every day Can't nann n***a tell me that crime don't pay Bought me a auto with get-down 30s and cuts Crush seats and b**hes on my nuts Talkin bout it's funny how A young n***a quit school gettin money now On a mission comin clean on a daily basis With pocketbooks and high speed chases Fat pockets swoll like they got the mumps Droppin bets to all the little chumps Throwin books to the hoes Peelin out in the school zone, burnin out my [?] See a mama and papa in the auto Nobody's untouchable, that's my motto Leavin no description for the police Cause all they saw was black guns and gold teeth And that describes every n***a in the jack game Goin down with a alias name They scared as f** of a n***a like me Reached out and touched more people than at&T f**in they world up, makin them curl up All in the street and they still gettin beat Cause that's the way I was taught See, ain't sh** illegal until you get caught That's how I got the name J. T Jackin Tourists for all they Money While n***as on the corner I'm in the house gettin laid I leave em sayin, "Goddamn, how he gettin paid?" For what I'm doin you don't need a look-out Grab the hoe, get the money, throw the book out I know my n***a Uzi'll get me away Go to the crib, split the money cause in a day I'm outta there without a clue But yo, that's just some sh** I used to do [ verse 2: jt Money ] Downtown, lookin for them dummies With wire tags and purses full of money Ask em for directions Bustin you-turns in the middle of the inter section I'm on they a** Comin fast and I see that map on the dash Bet your a** I'ma touch somethin But them funky-a** heroes make a n***a wanna crush somethin f** it, ain't nothin to it Now he finna see how the boys from the Crib do it (*interlude*) Got that book now let's go My n***a Uzi put that thing to the flo' Hit a few corners Make sure them punk-a** heroes ain't on ya [?] so let's flex through the projects Spend these grands and them Traveller's Cheques Now we got a little flow And I'ma keep the book so I can give it to a hoe Lets go round the way to brag To the n***as bout the book we snagged They know the boy gon' come through But yo, that's just some sh** I used to do Yeah Yo, I wanna say one time for all the original jackers [?] My n***as Shorty T, Rick and Wayne My n***a Uzi, Madball One time for them boys out there in the city The boys Overtown, y'all know what time it is There's a few out there in [?] Opa Locka One time for the streets that paid a n***a, Biscayne Boulevard 7th Ave., 17th Ave., 27th Ave. 79th St 36th St., 46th St. 54th One time me and Uzi and 183rd St. We f** em up One time for the one way 81st One time for the airport, hotels, gas stations, all that crazy sh** One time for I-95, the perfect escape route