Street Smarts
Cats around here are traders,
not back stabbers but them gully money savers,
"Smoke me out and you can get my Saga."
don't hold this kid down, cause he ain't ever gonna pay ya.
2 weeks later, some one else got it,
what ya know, he got my Vodka,
and my system's back in my pocket.
He said "I owe you 10 the watch is 10 so now we straight."
"Man it's too late, disrespectin me wit fake gold to compinsate."
I'll get the hustler sold, don't disown me wit your bold tone,
actin like you grown, not even milk fix broken bones.
I was his main man, He asked what the hustle be,
he ain't know a week later he'd be sayin "He hustled me . . ."
Fuck friends, I done heard you was fixin to jooks my right hand,
A half way crook who couldn't use words to swindle a def man.
You stab em, you push em, I'll quit it wit a right hook,
split it and split, man, I wouldn't quit if I could.
I'm sick of cats battlin wit bats like faggots,
busters gettin sucker punched, I've had it up to here, I've plain had it,
on the sad tip, shit ain't even sad, it's jus tragic,
every day hopin addict friends hop out the casket like magic.
The only way to cope's to drink half a bottle and get plastered,
so when homies get blasted it ain't half as graphic,
gettin bent up and broken down like plastic spoons, I'm askin,
get street smart, kick that habit, before you get smacked for your actions,
you actin.