Lyrics
4 In the mornin' and where am I at?
On the track, distributin' crack with my hand on my gat
Fat knot 'cause the spot be hotter than a torch
The fiends gettin' they pipe dreams on the back porch
I haven't been to sleep tryin' to stack chips
Underneath my mattress I got to see the judge on the 5th
Until then, I'm the cake cuttin' cookie makin'
Bakin' soda measurer, illegal money treasurer
Searchin' for an ultimatum, lookin' for a way out
Prison ain't the way for me so I'm tryin' to stay out
A couple of young niggas I know keep my yay in steady flow
Even though I'm tryin' to stop my clientele continues to grow
So I want to quit and get legit and pay taxes
Practice new tactics with the cheese beneath my mattress
What should I do? Open a soul food restaurant?
Where all the ballers come after early morning blunts
What about a place for tight stereos?
Full of the best shit like auto radios
But I don't know, it's a hard decision to make, mayne
Tryin' to think of somethin' to do to get outta the game
What can I do? What can I do to get out the game?
Get out the game? What can I do to get out the game?
What can I do? What can I do to get out the game?
Get out the game, mayne, what can I do to get out the game?
What can I do? What can I do to get out the game?
Get out the game? What can I do to get out the game?
What can I do? What can I do to get out the game?
Get out the game? What can I do to get out the game?
Hell, ain't nothin' like a launderette for your money
Cleanin' up all the filth, turnin' the shit to honey
Funny how the barber and beauty and beeper shops
Occupy the spaces in places around the block
Charges gettin' too damn large for me to take
Rules gettin' too damn hard for me to break
Hate to say bye to the game for so long
Tired of doin' shit for myself and feelin' wrong
Niggas that I came up with is gettin' 'noyed
Shoppin' with the strangers and checkin' they own boys
Instigations made by certain hoes
Got 'em playa hatin' on the down low
So I keeps my mind in the motherfuckin' greatest
Type of condition to avoid bein' missed
Wishin' that the money would help me forget about all the chances
But certain chances led to other circumstances
Ridin' the streets 4 deep after midnight
Packin' the heat, that's how we creep to keep the shit tight
But now the IRS know my name
I can't buy a damn thang
So tell me, what can I do to get out the game?
What can I do? What can I do to get out the game?
Get out the game? What can I do to get out the game?
What can I do? What can I do to get out the game?
Get out the game? What can I do to get out the game?
What can I do? What can I do to get out the game?
Get out the game? What can I do to get out the game?
What can I do? What can I do to get out the game?
Get out the game? What can I do to get out the game?
Today is a new day, oh what a lovely day
I'm gonna try a new way to make my brainpower pay
Scope the tight spot to open up a nice spot
Supposed to meet the man about the lease on the lot
Got halfway up out of the house when what do you know?
Somebody wanted me to reopen the drug store
Now would it be different if I was jugglin' on the light side?
I would go meet the man and let that dope shit slide
But every time a nigga come with a bigger figure
I gotta dash home and get my fuckin' serve on
Makin' fast money hooked me like nicotine
This on the street shit is deeper than a submarine
One day I want to have a wife and live twice as nice
Afraid I'm gonna lose my life before I get it right
Stuck like glue in this underground life clique
My hardheadedness got me in some stupid shit
I thought it was safe to put the house in my momma name
'Til I was busted and all the fucked up drama came
I could've sold my whole soul to the devil
To be smackin' the feds across the head with a shovel
I was hauled away, a sunny day on my streets
Shackled and cuffed with no shoes on my feet
They slammed me down face first on a brick
And looked at my daddy like, "Boy, you better not say shit"
Now ain't that a bitch? A real motherfuckin' fag
Wanna be hard behind a rusty-ass badge
Embarrassed as fuck, my own kids had to watch
While daddy was beaten and bein' drugged by a cop
And now that the bubble had been busted and my shit
They looked at my family like we was all unlegit
The block was shocked because my folks were so nice
But the spot was hot because they son led a street life
What can I do? What can I do to get out the game?
Get out the game? What can I do to get out the game?
What can I do? What can I do to get out the game?
Get out the game? What can I do to get out the game?
What can I do? What can I do to get out the game?
Get out the game, mayne, what can I do to get out the game?
What can I do? What can I do to get out the game?
Get out the game? What can I do to get out the game?
What can I do? What can I do to get out the game?
Get out the game? What can I do to get out the game?
What can I do? What can I do to get out the game?
Get out the game, mayne, what can I do to get out the game?
What can I do? What can I do to get out the game?
Get out the game, mayne, what can I do to get out the game?
What can I do? What can I do to get out the game?
Get out the game, mayne, what can I do to get out the game?