Uh, it's that real shit yo

Grrr!

(Chorus)

Can't stop, gotta eat

Stepping on, my feet

Spread love, think it's sweet

Uh, uh, uh all you catz don't know (2x)

(Verse)

Yeah baby, shit's about to jump off and

Lookin' for the bus to bring in my man from up north

Been like three years when he got knocked

Since he got caught, pumped up like five new blocks, holding down fort

Kept a nigga straight with money on the books

And them bitches is crooks who look out for other crooks

Took him shopping, money in his pocket, he straight

Dropped him off at the wife's crib after we ate

Out of state was the next move for me

Had to make that nigga chill for at least two to three months

Cause once it's on, it's on, he didn't care

It's like slow down baby, the money ain't going nowhere

Keep in touch though and show how much your ass is with it

The dope flow is there and in a minute you can get it (come on)

You gots to watch a nigga just coming home in a game

Cause on the low he may be trying to go against the grain

Chorus (2x)

(Verse)

I never figured this nigga would pull this shit that he pulled

What is strange is the change some niggas go through

When they're locked down and really can't hack it

A motherfucker like me handles a bid like a jacket

Strap it on my back, but niggas ain't built like me

And by the end, niggas was like "Yo, why you killed Mike, D?"

Wasn't me, but yeah he had it coming to him

Used to be my dog, so I let my cousin do him

Sent him out of state with like half a brick down to my spot in VA

Cause the money comes quick

Half of that got fucked up before I even got the check in on him (damn)

Mistakes happen so I really wasn't wreckin' on him (damn)

Got him up out of there and sent him down a little further

Ain't heard from him in two months, murder, murder

And from the next flight thinking I might have to steal something

This hungry shit will make a nigga wanna kill something (come on)

Chorus (2x)

(Verse)

Listen, money is missing and it's hectic (what?)

Found the safe, checked it, shit looks defected (what?)

Just what I expected when I got no word from him

Asked around but ain't nobody heard from him (uh-huh)

But money talks and most niggas is snakes

So it wasn't long before his man was ready to take

Me to where he was at, checked my gat, threw in a full clip

Pumped myself up, cause I can't go for that bullshit (come on)

Fuckin' with my last load of cash ain't the issue

It's just real fucked up when your man tries to diss you

Thinkin back for niggas in New York and how they told me so

Now I gots to knock his boots, he owes me dough

Layin' up with a ho, then he hit me with the sob story (come on)

The famous "Oh, you didn't know I got robbed?" story (come on)

Told him "It's me you should be grateful to

Fuck that bitch! Look at what she made you do"

Now there's love lost and a double cross

Pointed at that bitch, turned her brains into sauce

So you wanna be Willy (uh) and talk to me like I'm silly (yeah)

Five bottles of Moët on the floor, boxes of Phillies (uh)

Ten G's in the shoebox under the bed

And for every G I put a fuckin' slug in his head

And from then on, the moral to the story if you missed it

Is the grain will always be there, just never go against it

Repeat 1 (2x)

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