[Intro: Silkk The Shocker]

Once upon a time in a crack house (A crack house)

A nigga was chopping up a ki' (A ki')

It was drought season (Season), and everybody was fiending (Fiending)

So they had to come and buy they dope from me (From me)

[Verse 1: Silkk The Shocker]

It all started back in the crack house

When I was counting up some dope and some mail (Mail)

Now beaucoup pagers for sale (Sale)

But I ain't have no more fucking yale (Yale)

I has to get me some more (More)

But all the dope when I'm stupid move kinda slow (Fuck)

Black Adam, we gon' bust down in Texas (Texas)

You know that's where I get my dope at (Dope at)

Taz was sweating kinda harder (Harder)

So I couldn't get that plane ride to Georgia (Georgia)

But just remember that I was sitting on that thang

And that half that I got down in Florida (Florida)

I had a bird, but I chopped it up

And I put it down to rocks (Rocks)

That's when I made my come-up (Come-up)

When I hit my fucking block (Block)

Fiends was constant fucking sweating (Sweating)

Couldn't get out the door (Door)

I chop dimes to nickels (Nickels)

Fuckers'll drop seeds and chop some more (More)

Tens was going for twenties (Twenties)

Twenties going for fifty (Fifty)

You need some yale, holler at your nigga (Nigga)

Or just come and get me (Get me)

[Bridge: C-Loc]

Dear God, can You hear me?

My love for money's gonna kill me

Got me selling crack to Your children

And it's a shame because I love how I'm living

[Verse 2: C-Loc]

Peeking out the window, tryna cope with a blunt of that indo

Paranoid as the fuck while I'm breaking down this kilo

Like some money to be made, ain't had dope in four days

As the fiends knock, I keep off the block 'til mister gets paid

Selling phat packs, when I first react, it's like that

Pay man in flat

Throwing this block of dope tryna make my money back

Front you something, bitch, front me some dollars

But if you ain't got no G's, shit, nigga, I can't holler

'Cause way down in the bayou swamps

Where niggas quick to get with some funk

This hard as the fucker come-up

So the last thing I need is a begging motherfucker

Stay strapped up, run up if you will and get tapped up

The dope gang, fuck

I live for it, nigga quick to kill for it

Made ten G's today, 'bout to get up and outie

(Loc, why don't you let your bro hold ten dollars?)

Shit, I ain't got it