Mama been laid off (She ain�t workin� no mo)/ Papa been laid off (He say things done got slow)/ My brother�s been laid off (He been locked down for){more than two years now}
-Krayzie Bone-
My world is crumblin�, times is hard, they were before, but oh my god/ Mama mad at pops cuz he ain�t working, but today she lost her job/ Now, what in the fuck is we �posed to do?/ We on our last loaf of bread/ Got cereal, but no milk, Kool-Aid, no sugar, what the hell?/ And here come Mr. Billcollector, beatin� down our door for dough/ Mama say when they come-a knockin�, yall don�t say nothing, get on the floor/ Kind of hard to see at night in a house when it ain�t no lights and shit, no gas or water, had to borrow H2O from my relative/ Man, it feels like I ain�t even here, I�m ready to get up and get all my own, but I got three more fuckin� years/ Nigga fifteen, with a big dream to make it on out this ghetto, but the devil won�t settle, fuckin� up my levels, he won�t let go/ I�m livin� to die, it seems I just can�t win/ Now I�m high, but I�m stopin� to realize I drunk this whole fifth of Gin, nigga damn!/ I�m seventeen and drinkin� like I�m grown up/ I got some problems, plus I need some money/ And it�s really all because
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-Krayzie Bone-
Juvenile nigga done strugglin�, hustlin�, strugglin� like I want it/ Then fuck school, right now I�m hungry, and I can�t eat that damn diploma/ But on this corner, I can eat everyday, all I gotta do is slang this yay/ Nigga, If business keep going this way, me and my family is fin to be straight/ I�m glad I took that fifty dollars that grandma gave me, bought me a double up/ Now it�s all about comin� up/ I�ma pay ya back next week/ Repeat, took my ass straight to the block with a hand full of rocks, yall/ And it�s my first time I�m �noid, watchin� for cop cars/ By the end of the night a nigga sold all the rocks/ I�m trippin� out lookin� at all the dough I got/ I shoulda been came a sold the block and locked it/ Made me some profits, so nigga, tonight my people gon� be eatin� on lobster/ Hate to say it, but I think these streets done really created a monster, cuz now that I see how quick I can come about breakin� the law, why in the hell is you steady tellin� me to go and get a job?/ Fuck that, nigga, this my thing right now I know/ I�m walkin� home happy, smilin�, and I ain�t even thinkin� about
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-Krayzie Bone-
Business was boomin�, so a nigga assuming I could do some improving, like new jewels, clothes, shoes, Cadillac coupe, I�m out here doin� it/ Got me a cold ass broad, and that�s something I never had, but I�m never mad cuz I done snagged one bad one with my young ass/ Once I turned eighteen it was on/ But my brother started writing home, tellin� me to leave this shit alone/ I say, what?/ Nigga, he don�t know that I�m too deep in this, I�m livin� and breathin� the street shit/ And if I don�t play the crook, you ain�t gon� have shit on your books/ Look, gimme a minute, I�ll chill in a minute, I promise I will/ As soon as I finish this last load/ I�ma drop the dice after this last roll/ Little did he know, I got no intentions on leavin� this shit here, I�m fin to get rich here/ When you get out, you�ll have some shit here, if you still care/ Made enough money to move my moms and pops to a new pad/ They was suspicious, but they aint trippin�, cuz this more shit than we ever had/ But shit went bad, six in the morning, crashing through my door was the Feds, and they want that bread, we want you, and i�m like, ooh!/ Shoulda listened to my brother, huh?/ But I�m like fuck it now/ Mama got to buggin� out when them po po got to cuffin� pops/ Now I�m in the courtroom, when they asked me how I plea, I tell the judge straight up, I�ve been havin� problems and it�s all because
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Recorded for the Krayzie Bone album Thug On Da Line