Dapa (The Hustler)
yo i love the pitchin, the block clickin, fiends on they knees wishin
but the D's fishin to locate my kitchen, if they find me im dippin
clientel swells to cover bills and bail on the daily
church bells silence shells hittin those out to play me
show love to the cuz, for drugz and new slugz
caught beef from one of these cows tippin of the fuzz
see when u gettin paper niggaz get jelly and try to toast ya
but fuk haters, im tied deep into these streets like hair rollers
out on the block a week straight like my blood full of folgers
dodgin cops hopin out of rams, while im gettin a quarter back like bulger
but fuk it, this the life i chose full of cars, fast hoes, and phat clothes
get that candied cane out in the winter cold so im wipin my nose
had to bowl my way out the gutter to become a king pin
from a broken home full of cheap gin and deep sin
but hey the hood loves me, even though the block hot like fire
and the hoes round the way sweat me so much their pussy perspires
Streets (The Addict)
the life of an addict..our trife is the baddest
we are consumed in the pipes and the ashes
of smoke..we are just mice in this madness
on alleys with old cigs..striking the matches
hoping and coping through the struggle of life
transporting it thru needles..druggin the wife
we living in darkness..cuz we suffer from light
yup our mothers was right..us junkies is strife
we live in a world where we are extorted for doe
druglords evict us, by leaving our corpse full of holes
we get no warnings..just harmed quick..
regretting the times we getting too high..our armpits
are injected with holes..this is all for cess n some dope
the essence of hope is gone..we are jokes and pawns
we see early caskets..our world is drastic
but we hooked on this..so they serve us hazard
The Hustler(purple) and The Addict(grey) ()-inner thoughts
look bitch, i got clothes to stitch and bills to pay
dug ya ditch, tough shit, no free crills today
yo da da dawg listen..my baby ma's missin..she stole my wallet//
but dont wuh wuh worry i pay u back your doe..i promise
listen nigga u aint hear me clearly, no freebies, be easy
ya bitch's a digga, u cant think clearly, and withdrawal got u queezy
dawg i know, I'm just telling you to chill..just gimme some time//
cuz i aint feeling the vibe around u right now..u got any killing in mind?
man how'd u guess, musta seen me pattin my vest,
now u'd best hit me off, or you'll be laid in a pine chest to rest
i see it in ya eyes..the dealer's inner mind, is cocking the gat//
just give me a week, no need for u to use the glock and the mac
listen im as patient as i wanna be, now ur a gonner
time tickin as a blatant reminder to smoke u like my best marijuana
let me flip da script, how much dope u got in ya bag??//
gimme some on layaway and drop the glock in ya hand
man u seriously lunchin where's the bread and the ham...
(should hand em bakin "soda" coke, then "pop" em right where he stand)
([I]he gonna wet me up..he seem thirsty too, prolly gonna murk me soon//
i might have to serve this dude and take the tool to break his crew//)
see son you have no patience..ive been so gracious but your just threatening me//but im an undercover u dumb motherfucka..see the cop car..get in the seat
see homie u in the wrong hood to pull ya badge for clout, peep cronie, niggaz get shot and stabbed out...............but since u wanna pull rank to fuk wit my bank.....let this 380 hit ya brain, so i could see how u think
Word, you see your man next to you, big stan??//your a dick man, cuz he with me too so it's best u switch plans// and go in quietly or trust your dying g
i'll never turn in like a page in a story, sorry thats not for me.....nigga wat u like 40?..
u bore me, how bout me and my goons' gunz send u out in the blaze of glory
*Bang bang........ only nigga left standing is big stan*