When I dropped my first album niggas was jocking me tough
And hoes was scared of me because my tape was too rough
Well slow it down
Hell, no! I ain`t slowing down shit
It`s 94 so you hoes better get used to this lick
You know what I`m saying, motherfuckers try to front on the Blank
Soon as they think I got paid, smoke a blunt with the Blank
Then we get high, so high that they think I don`t notice
But only if they knew, that`s the only way I could focus
Hip hop blues, I`m still paying dues undercover
But they don`t see the times a motherfucker gotta suffer
Pawning all of my shit and I couldn`t afford to get it back
But still made hits `cause Dope ain`t charged me nothing for the tracks
Cool, much respect due, I see you fool
Motherfuckers don`t appreciate the shit that you and Egypt do
Women around Houston seem to think we rich
Because every time they see me I`m rolling with a different bitch
I got a tape, true enough, it`s jamming, G
But I had more shit back in the day when I was slanging D
So how the hell you gonna say you was down from the git
When you weren`t there when I was making this shit
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Working late nights in the studio, busting my ass crack
Busting my ass crack, where was your ass at?
Hell, yeah, I bust my ass trying to make this
And I`ll be damned if I let a nigga take this
`Cause it`s all about respect and never giving up
But a lot of artists these days just don`t give a fuck
I seen them come and go, straight to the top and drop
Way back when Just Ice used to wreck shop
And what I don`t understand to this very day is
How`d all this white shit ever make it on the play list, shit
I dig ditches for bitches that wanna ride dick
Now everybody`s jocking, trying to be my sidekick
Holding they hand out, trying to get a hand out
But when they stand out I wear they fucking ass out
Man, I don`t owe that nigga shit
If I got something to give you, I`ma give it to you
You ain`t got to rob my dick to get it
And what`s this shit I heard about the Blank smoking crack?
Nigga, I`m six four, 260 solid, so squash that
The suicide attempt is true, if I may say
I can`t explain, I just felt like dying that day
But motherfuckers stick they nose where it don`t belong
And got the nerve to want to be on my fucking song
Trying to be down, but can`t accept the fact that he fired
Get off my dick, nigga, I`m tired
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Nine to five, ten to three, eleven to six
around the clock clowns
trying to mix this shit down
I`ve been up for three days and still pushing it
My girl talk crazy, but fuck her `cause she`s full of shit
It`s all about money, I got to get paid
If I don`t make it in this game I got to get the 12 guage
And all I`ma have to say is I tried to
Not only my dreams died, I lost my pride, too
So I`ma reincarnate the old Point Blank
Put this damn mic down and start slanging weight
Because I knew a lot of niggas in the game
And I still know a lot of niggas who want to do this damn thing
Klondike Kat told me to hold on
While Vice Grip and Alcatraz was ready to get they bone on
David D was kind of scared, but I don`t blame him
He was expecting another child and wanted to be there to name him
PSK, what can I say about this niggero
Always talk crazy, but down with the Blanksta though
But Dope E and Egypt E, I`m speachless
Much love for y`all fools, and I mean this
K Rude and all my boys up in TDC
I`d rather you stick a knife in me than forget me
Yo, I can`t forget Bigtyme and Eddie C
MC Bone and Will up in Atlanta, G
And for the rest of y`all fools I know some of y`all care
But face the facts, you weren`t there
Player, when I was
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