Yo, what's the, what's the bet?
The bet's six or we're 'bout to stop?
What y'all playin' for, pennies? What the fuck is this?
Niggas ain't got it like that, boy, we fucked up
Yeah, East New York
This right here is dedicated to my son, Dee R.O.K., RIP, Lil D.
Know what I mean?
Just real people doing real things, man (Brooklyn)
You know e'rybody out here struggling in this recession
We all fucked up, ain't nobody got it
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We all fucked up, e'rybody broke
Niggas uptown overchargin' for the coke
Cable got cut off, rent is overdue
The gas and the light 'bout to go off too
We all fucked up, ask Obama
I can't even pay for a doctor for my momma
Two kids coming and I ain't got a job
Crack ain't selling, so a nigga gon' rob
We all fucked up
I don't know why they frontin'
Ain't nobody out here really makin' nothin'
Nobody's selling records, niggas selling they cars,
Pawnin' they jewelry, that shit is gettin' hard
Got the dope boys ready to go rob
Even got black niggas now fuckin' with the mob
If you ain't a go-getter, then nigga, you gon' starve
Niggas wear fake jewels and bitches won't stop
Super Fly bum bitches tryna hit the jackpot
Nigga with a jump shot or a good crack spot
Even got the Matlock movin' that crack rock
Crackhead catch you on a back block,
Rob you for a laptop
Niggas shit mad high 'cause nobody is eatin'
Over a li'l bread, best friends start beefin'
Then they start reachin', grabbin' for the heat and
All of this because the economy we see
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I ain't like them other rappers that rap in the booth
Actin' like it's all good, I'ma give you the truth
(Murda, what the fuck is you doin', looking for some milk
when we got no milk in the crib? Go sell some crack.
You ain't doin' shit. Let's go, sell some weed, do somethin'.
We ain't got no bread, we don't got nothin' in this fuckin' crib.
I'm tryna fuckin' talk to you 'bout this.)
What you know about your baby momma bein' on your back?
Tellin' you to go rob somebody and go sell crack
'Cause your kids need clothes, school start in a week
And your 'frigerator empty, ain't nothin' to eat
Shit, the recession got the streets lookin' dry
Niggas selling weed till that coke price too high
Lame niggas robbin' niggas thinkin' they caught a break
Go to the pawn shop, find out the jewel's fake
The holidays comin' up, niggas doin' bad
Your kids hate you, they wish you wasn't they dad
They ain't gettin' nothin' for Christmas, you should be ashamed
They walk around like “Man, my daddy a lame.”
It's hard out here for a G
They don't wanna hear that, they want that PlayStation 3
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It ain't no joke
We got church niggas that turn into cutthroats
You can catch the baddest chick from the hood
And back her at a strip club with a lame nigga
With enough to get his dick sucked
Strong-arm niggas move around like they're pimped up
Little niggas is shootin' the second they come inch up
Politicians takin' money, lawyers tryna bleed a nigga
For a couple dollars, they manipulate procedures for you
Shit, don't matter if your school was prestigious,
Right now niggas would take the cross off of Jesus
Homes gettin' foreclosed, cars gettin' repossessed
Now he hold heat, 'cause he stressed
He got his baby moms beefin', his man in the can
His li'l daughter's sick and she ain't got a health plan
Convicted felon, so a nigga in the jail
Frustration'll make him kill a man, I can understand
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You heard me
We ain't frontin' like the rest of these rap niggas
Actin' like it's all good
That rap shit's smoke and mirrors, man
Shit fucked up out here, nigga
Ask Obama, man
Niggas are starvin'
You gotta work to get welfare money, nigga
Fuck
Shout out to my jailed niggas of Attica Clan
All over, nigga