play the slumbs for crumbs Wired, real tired till my lungs are done After all, I was nice in ball But I came to practice weed-scented Report card like
mic is stage one Fifty-five tribes, in Psalms 30 Caution, sometimes my thoughts get dirty Somethin precise, hold back the pressure My unit too nice, you only got one
I've done more My bedroom closet, remind u of a gun store See I'm da one u run from, not come for Cause pretty u can get da whole clip plus one more U
on the boulevard Wouldn't hesitate to pull ya house card Cause I ain't takin no shorts in the game today Quick to pop a punk tryin to short stop Money
. Is a sucker mutherfucker who done simped to death. So if ya got static go and gather up your army. you'll be a short ass punk trying to harm me. I
with the E Jackin and fightin was first priority LP lock down on a young minority My lifestyle was based on the color of a rag Just like a one way ticket
of andrew jacksons i'm a thief or pickpocket give a fuck what you call it used to call em fat cats. i just call them wallets getting federal aint just a klepto master card
know. - Well uh, rumour around town says you mighht be thinkin' 'bout goin' down to the shore. - Uh, yeah, I think I'm gonna go down to thhe shore. -
down I look for her in comers But she's not around What I eat is eating me It hits me hard I'm one jack short of a royal flush A stranger holds the card
to dis the bitch But she slits her wrists every time, she said: 'I wanna grind and make scratch with my snatch' Cool, latch onto my belt buckle One time she came short
What can you do, He's thinkin of someone new - Fool! I love my wallet girl - Kinda like a cherry swirl But she don't give me indegestion You can't use a calling card
let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach. Niggaz know I'm sick I don't spit I vomit, Got it? One egg short of the omelet. Simon says, shoot a nigga
wash it away Where I could make my own tracks You are your mother's daughter they say and I say Tell me something I don't know So the card said 'I have
go take your seat Just feel the heat that we generate You can't compete we beat you out the gate You're one day late and a dollar short Now I'm gonna
Short like Nia Long I knew she was a victim from the start My G is strong And then she said she ain't felt this good in ten summers Gave me credit card
my players card Girl so here's my parting line Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, good-bye... [Chorus:] We've travelled some rough seas to get to the shore
that bitch shedin tears I didnt mean her no harm, that shit was just in my nature Fuckin all over these ho's,all these bitches will hate ya She had this one
pitiful I bet you couldn't name more than one pioneer Cause you didn't pay dues and you got on on outta nowhere But that's OK cause I'm peeping your card