Yeah, yeah, off the top, slick pop, know about it, jump back, c'mon, c'mon, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. From front to backstreet, listen, we on a mission to get right, workin' street corner in the midnight, picture the scene, these fiends with five ten dollar dream scheme, full sack of that, believe that, I'm with whatever like we strobe, stuck servin' my cocaine raw, drop sixty-two off the brick, jump back, twenty over, now that's more money to get, slick, we finna lick on the corner without gettin' caught, but I keep a slip and the money gettin' shot, plus that crooked cop Brock, think we blow slangin', that why he ride through the hole with the door swangin', but I make moves, shake them tricks up out they shoe strings, be more precise when we do things, cause life like shakin' the dice, but I'm up back twice like five deuce, four trade, okay. We dressin' dirty-dirty, gon' represent it to the T-top, born and bred up on the street top, get to the money in the sweet spot, and forever hollin' when we see cops. We dressin' dirty-dirty, gon' represent it to the T-top, born and bred up on the street top, get to the money in the sweet spot, and forever hollin' when we see cops. Cops and robbers, we in the vine to get them dollars and cents, they get in the slump like baseball players when they shot on they rim, anything goin' you ain't knowin' how much money you spent, but in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents, who hang around you cause you be buyin' all the weed and all the chicken, bein' here by smokin' them out when you's broke, though they was missin', now you ridin' by four deep, startin' to tear up your suspension, and your baby mom on child support, my fault, forgot to mention, you don't even have a checkin' account when thinkin' about no pension, I used to work at Steak and L.O. Bolt off in the kitchen, had determination in the grass waitin', I got the whole rap world fascinated, I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family, so I made it, continue to sell dope, it's payin' the bills so you gon' do it, but legislation got this new policy, three strikes and you're ruined, now where your crew at? Hey, me and my buddy on the cut and they know we servin' them slaps, we better watch what we doin' and look out for Jonath, and quit rearin' up and standin' on this same old block, before our gangstas partner get both of us shot, so get in the talkin' cause they makin' some flow, but still ain't did nothin' that ain't been done before, you can't be tryin' to showcase, just put it down for your spot, and improvise and work with that little you got, so I think when I finish sellin' my last sack, I'ma take some of this money go and give somethin' back, cause people won't forget about the time you gave, know what I'm sayin', and start thinkin' bout a path to pay Born and bred up on the street top, get to the money and the sweet spot and forever holla, when we seen cops I'm strippin' dressin' dirty-dirty, gon' represent it to the T-top Born and bred up on the street top, get to the money and the sweet spot and forever holla, when we seen cops Ou-ou-ou-ou-ou ou-ou-ou-ou Ou-ou-ou-o-ou ou-ou-ou-ou Ou-ou-o-ou-ou ou-ou-ou-ou ? Ou-ou-ou-ou-ou ou-ou-ou-ou Ou-ou-ou-ou ou-ou-ou-ou Ou-ou-ou-ou-ou ou-ou-ou-ou Ou-ou-ou-ou-ou ou-ou-ou-ou Ou-ou-o-ou-ou ou-ou-ou-ou Ou-ou-ou-ou-ou ou-ou-ou-ou Ou-ou-ou-ou-ou ou-ou-ou-ou Ou-ou-ou-ou-ou ou-ou-ou-ou Ou-ou-ou-ou-ou ou-ou-ou-ou Ou-ou-ou-ou ou-ou-ou-ou-ou ou-ou-ou-ou ou-ou-ou-ou ou-ou-ou ou-ou-ou-ou ou-ou-ou-ou Ou-ou-ou-ou Ou-ou