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