Good shit...[Guilty Simpson]Crack, E, Powder, WeedNo matter what it is they got what you needYoung cats serving bags from ten speedsI guess money does grow on treesKush, Gas, Dro, and RegsDrop a few crumbs for the hoes to begYou better learn the game and know the ledgeDudes round here put holes in headsGot cash to blowDog got ziplock bags of snowAnd those that keep E work is swollChicks pop them hoes like birth controlThe whole game is buy and sellKeep the clientele high as hellSome dudes jump in, try, and failGet locked up and tell...(Hook)All the hustlasLet me see your foot workThem young boys around the corner got purpRight next door where homie got murkedWhen he met dude, he copped and got jerkedLet me see your foot work/Don't go down the street, they got dirtRight next door where the girl got murkedWhen she ain't do old boy, he got hurt[Guilty Simpson]Shrooms, Cigs, Meth, and HashWhatever's gon get that extra cashA1 products in sandwich bagsPlate so fat they can't be madRain, hail, snow, or sunThe whole neighborhood got the 411If you snitch they'll bust a gunStomp on your face and bust yo gumsYou better ask aroundThem drug boys sewed up half the townFearless, ain't no backing downThe whole crew's packing poundsOnes that you smoke and ones that smoke youAnd everyone knows who you should go toBut you need someone to go throughDon't knock if they don't know you...(Hook)
