[Featuring Backbone Cool Breeze]
[Backbone]
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 a sleepin 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
Chorus: repeat 2X
I'm strickly dressin dirty dirty
Gone 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
[Big Boi]
Sheyit
Cops and robbers niggaz 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 YO' suspension
And your baby mamma on child support
My fault, forget to mention
You don't even have a checkin account
Wasn't thinkin about no pension
