[Big Boi]
Time and time again see I be thinking about that future
Back in the day when we slaves up everyoneīs a cool ass nigga
But now we vultures, slam my nigga back out
To make his ass black out, or even pull your fuking head
To make his whole crew believers, youīre harder than a bitch full of dicks
But that donīt be sounding like heīs shit to me
See now in the ghetto or should I say Lakewood
You better be strapped cuz them niggaz over there just ainīt good
Just being a hustla, serving on all your customers
Rent was due on the 1st of the month so Iīm hustling
I buy you 50 box of Phillies at the Citgo
And niggaz be wanting drinks and shit from the fuking stoī, yo
But thatīs aight, thoī, cuz I be getting paid
And every trip I take, thereīs a dollar to be made
Iīm digging through my pockets for my earnings got you five
Deep, there it is, now itīs time to smoke that jive
[Chorus:]
If you smoke a dime, then Iīll smoke a dime [2x]
Hey īDre, Let īem know whatīs up
[Andre]
Iīve been slipping, slowly but surely
Niggaz I used to hang wit wants to act like they donīt know me
Come and listen to my story, I gots alot of shit up on my mind
I wipe the boo-boo from my brain then I finish your behind
Take a number, I caught you in a slumber
I hit you for a lick, Iīm in the slammer for the summer
But now itīs the fall, Iīm having a ball, making my nickels act strong
To my niggaz got to servin when they beep and when they call
I got the Peter Bong and plus that Mary Jane
Iīm rolling reefer out of a Regal, how could I refrain
From being rough, from being tough, from being dangerous
Iīm hangin wit the P.A. Niggaz, ainīt no gankin us
See you can try, if you try, if you donīt, you donīt
If you wanna battle, itīs either that you will or you wonīt
See that rap shit is really just like selling smoke
If you got some fly shit, yo, niggaz gonna how we tote
Dope, is not what I be slanging on this track
Niggaz donīt comprehend that it be deeper that Cadillacs
You know that, right, you bite, you fuked up
You wonīt be getting away this time, Iīm real as hell, so whatīs up
I rip shit wit pimp shit, Iīm flinging it from the south
Talk bad about the A town, Iīll bust you in your fuking mouth
[Chorus]
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