[Intro]
Wu-haa!

[Verse 1]
It goes late night pickin' up, broke day, choppin' up
Still tryin' to make that dough, when it's hot as fuck
N***as dont understand the pain'll blow you
The money mold you, slow down, dunn, lemme show you
Yo, you ever sold crack to your man mother?
On the back of the block, and she cop it for the undercovers
You ever tried to hide the pack from your little brother?
Under the mattresses where the ratchets is
Now he's sellin' crack and blastin' kids
You ever called your sister a bitch, based out on the Strip
Suckin' dick to get a hit, just a little chip
Did your eyes ever cry black tears?
Cuz n***as hate you, that you knew for years
Did your right-hand man ever shit on you?
Did your mom's house get raided and she did a bid for you?
You ever got shot up and put in critical, yo
You ever owed a coke man a hundred grams or two?
Do you know the outcome or what you're dealing with?
Serious repercussions, consequences
Judge slams a hammer, a life sentence
I'm a real n***a so this I must mention
Watch your back
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[Verse 2]
Early in the mornin', time to make the donuts
I see my fellow n***as, everybody wanna blow up
Go get the 40's and the Dutches, set it off
'Cause that's how we left off last night, of course
It's a new day but the same ol' shit, word
The D's is out and they lookin' to be served
The pain is hard to adjust to, nobody trust you
So fuck it, get on your hustle
Police wanna bust you, n***as wanna buck you
People that used to love you, now they saying fuck you
Lord, what have I done to deserve all this pain?
Pumpin' nights in rain gettin' off them thangs
Takin' all money, food stamps, pinky rings
And weddin' bands, goin' strong hand to hand
I look in the mirror and ask the man, he understands
Watch your back

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[Verse 3]
Yo, watch your back, your next move might be your last
Motherfuckers is rotten, they plottin' on that ass
You fucked up, showed that bitch all your cash
You shouldn't have did that, might push your wig back
Kids get kidnapped, holes in your six pack
Recognize what I'm saying, dun
Half the hood is dead and the other half laying up
Heads up, eyes and ears open
Coke from Headqcourterz, rest in peace, I'm zoning
Shit is real on the frontline
Dodging bullets, stiffing, the boss shitted, plus one time
They wanna kill a n***a over a lil' bread
Fall back, call a scally, get a lil' head
Cuz if not, they up on that roof top
Plain clothes, n***a, don't get knocked
Remember the Ten Commandments; Big Pop'
Ain't gettin' bagged, stay the fuck from police
Watch your back