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In the street I'm 'bout my business how I be-a, be-a
If you want some work from me you pay a fee-a, fee-a
When I check my crackhouse I'm gonna re-up, re-up
For you robbers in the hood I throw my heat up, heat up
In the street I'm 'bout my business how I be-a, be-a
If you want some work from me you pay a fee-a, fee-a
When I check my crackhouse I'm gonna re-up, re-up
For you robbers in the hood I throw my heat up, heat up
You'll been asking what is is crack Cocaine?
Crack cocaine fries your brain
Crack cocaine keep me pocket change when I be on my slang
Keep them thangs single, solid, or a brick up off the house
Try to snatch my shit without payin', I'm blowin' off your mouth
That's the way it is up in the dope game, have no respect
Dopeheads with no brains and dope veins blow some big-ass checks
Straight to the liquor store, that's where we roll to get my 7-5
Damn, they close at 11, yes, I'm ballin', doin' 99
Work the whole week to get that cheese and give that shit to me
Bet you feelin' shitty, fallin' asleep on the side of the street
Tell me how it feels walkin' 'round not knowin' what's goin' on
Only thing you know is I'm the one supplyin' all the stones
Keep my pockets swollen, I be ballin' on the fuckin' slab
Think you droppin' 'cision in my business? Take your biggest stab
Yes, I roll with dealers, and my scrill is my priority
Bitch, I roll with killers, and these killers have authority
In the street I'm 'bout my business how I be-a, be-a
If you want some work from me you pay a fee-a, fee-a
When I check my crackhouse I'm gonna re-up, re-up
For you robbers in the hood I throw my heat up, heat up
In the street I'm 'bout my business how I be-a, be-a
If you want some work from me you pay a fee-a, fee-a
When I check my crackhouse I'm gonna re-up, re-up
For you robbers in the hood I throw my heat up, heat up
Well, I ain't wastin' mine, gotta get
Them nickels and dimes all the time
'Cause Benjamin Franklin the only motherfucker on my mind
I'm ridin' two-door Cutlass, twankin' threes, grippin' pine
And I know them junkies see me, colors changin' all the time
When you spot me, better stop me, 'cause I am not stayin' long
The pigs would love comin' up on this
White boy ridin' on all this fuckin' chrome
Got your stones? Bitch, I'm gone, destination where I stay
Frash our boy up on the side, and, bitch, we headed to the Bay
What you talkin' 'bout? What you askin' 'bout? What you need from me?
Check it out, I serve some big bags, some crack, and some ecstasy
And anything else, I don't fuck with it, or I just don't fuckin' know
Where to find it, where to get it, and how far the shit would flow
It's smokers and sellers, these drugs be so plentiful
But junkies will do anything for that crack, mayne, it is pitiful
They lose they life critical, and they bodies shut down physical
But rock it up, you get your grip, and all that there is beautiful
In the street I'm 'bout my business how I be-a, be-a
If you want some work from me you pay a fee-a, fee-a
When I check my crackhouse I'm gonna re-up, re-up
For you robbers in the hood I throw my heat up, heat up
In the street I'm 'bout my business how I be-a, be-a
If you want some work from me you pay a fee-a, fee-a
When I check my crackhouse I'm gonna re-up, re-up
For you robbers in the hood I throw my heat up, heat up
It ain't no use stoppin' here
I could keep boomin', slangin' this dope
Or I could take a chance on a track, flippin' this bird to a gross
But see, it's just my lil' folks who probably kick in my door
So I gotta keep lookin' over my shoulder, watchin' out for them hoes
And I gotta go find another location, posted up waitin' on temptation
There's so many faces and customers in this occupation
I have got no patience, and people wanna fuck with my time
That's why you be comin' up short, purchasin' nickels and dimes
I'm even with mine, you get it how I get it, and that's all the time
I never decline your money unless you smell out of line
And I'm feelin' fine, they'll find you all tied up in some twine
My money's important, a little more important than how bright I shine
Don't play with that 9, you pull it, use it, abuse it with mine
It's eager to blind and copyright your mouth with your mind
I'm puttin' it out and givin' it to you just how I get it
This evil is with it, with no discussion, this how I spit it
In the street I'm 'bout my business how I be-a, be-a
If you want some work from me you pay a fee-a, fee-a
When I check my crackhouse I'm gonna re-up, re-up
For you robbers in the hood I throw my heat up, heat up
In the street I'm 'bout my business how I be-a, be-a
If you want some work from me you pay a fee-a, fee-a
When I check my crackhouse I'm gonna re-up, re-up
For you robbers in the hood I throw my heat up, heat up