Slump

Baby gotta eat

Yeah, yeah, off the top, slick, slick

Know about it, jump back, come on, yeah

From front to back street, listen, we on a mission

To get right, workin' street corner in the midnight

Picture the scene, these fiends with fire

Ten dollar dreams, scheme for a sack of that, believe that

I'm wit' whateva like Wheatstraw

Stuck servin' my cocaine raw

Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump back

Twenty over, now that's mo' money to get

Slick, we fin' to lick on this corner without gettin' caught

But time keep slippin' and money gettin' short

Plus that crooked cop Brock think we blow slangin' (Fuck him)

That why he ride through the hole with the do' swangin'

But I make moves, shake them tricks up out they shoestrings

Be more precise when we do things

'Cause life like shakin' the dice, but I buck back twice

Like five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay

I'm strictly stressin' dirty, dirty

Gon' represent it to the T-top

Born and bred up on the street top

Get to the money and the sweet spot

And forever hollerin', "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops

I'm strictly stressin' dirty, dirty

Gon' represent it to the T-top

Born and bred up on the street top

Get to the money and the sweet spot

And forever hollerin', "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops

Shit, cops and robbers, **** be bound to get them dollars and cents

They get in a slump like baseball players when they short on they rent

Anything goin', you ain't knowin' how much money you spent

But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents

Who hang around you 'cause you be buyin' all the weed and all the chicken

Feedin' everybody, smokin' 'em out, when you was broke though, they was missin'

Now you ridin' 'bout fo' deep, startin' to tear up your suspension

And your baby mama on child support, my fault, forgot to mention

You don't even have a checking account wasn't thinking about no pension

I used to work at Steak 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen

Had determination and graduated, now I got the whole rap world fascinated

I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so I made it

Continue to sell dope, it's payin' the bills so you gon' do it

But legislation got this new policy, three strikes and you're ruined

Now where your crew at? Yeah

I'm strictly stressin' dirty, dirty

Gon' represent it to the T-top

Born and bred up on the street top

Get to the money and the sweet spot

And forever hollerin', "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops

I'm strictly stressin' dirty, dirty

Gon' represent it to the T-top

Born and bred up on the street top

Get to the money and the sweet spot

And forever hollerin', "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops

Aye, me and my buddy on the cut and they know we servin' 'em slabs

We better watch what we doing, and look out for Joe Nab

And quit re-ing up and standing on this same old block

Before our gangsta-ass partner get both of us shot

**** talkin' 'cause they making some flow

But still ain't did nothin' that ain't been done before

You can't be tryna showcase, just put it down for your spot

And improvise and work with that little you got

So I think when I finish selling my last sack

I'ma take some of this money, go and give some back

'Cause people won't forget about the time you gave, knowmsayin'?

And start thinkin' 'bout a path to pave

I'm strictly stressin' dirty, dirty

Gon' represent it to the T-top

Born and bred up on the street top

Get to the money and the sweet spot

And forever hollerin', "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops

I'm strictly stressin' dirty, dirty

Gon' represent it to the T-top

Born and bred up on the street top

Get to the money and the sweet spot

And forever hollerin', "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops