Slow Dough

Trackmasters, 99 shit Huh uh, huh uh, yea [Hook] Slow dough, is better than no dough (fa sho) Get caught talking to popo (what you say to him son?) They hit you with the fofo (blaow, that's right) My niggas is loco (loco) Yo to diss me that's a no-no (no-no) Y'all niggas is so-so (so-so) That's why you ain't got no dough (broke ass niggas) Put me through any test I bet ya I'll pass cause I'm a cheater Broke niggas, smoke niggas, rich niggas smoke Cohiba's My team been puffing cheeba and packing heaters Since the days of shell toe Adidas And ain't shit come between us Look I'm winning now and I'mma keep on winning I see with you ain't nothing changed same gators same linen Fuck the don shit, nigga I'm an armed convict I live wild Beat cases before a trial grand jury style I'm foul You wondering why I don't smile I'm schemeing to stick you up now Son I be the first to blast the gun, the last to run While you hit the pavement son I mash you, ugh If you don't know you better go and ask someone 50 Cent is my symbol and my name Symbolizing the change that I'm bringing to this game Things'll never be the same (never the same baby) [Hook] Yo nowadays niggas talk like they wanna get shot Like I won't grab the Glock and run up in your spot Six double O drop I'll put two in your knot And stick around and get every motherfucking thing you've got Here I stand on the alley on Guy Brew same spot where Ra got shot The block's hot warrant squad flashing my mug shot Everybody know I'm loco, move on po po, blast the fo fo Roll dolo rock solo, I should be OT on the low yo Park the 6 and push the Volvo I hear they go cuckoo when they puff Co Co I sell Yayo the price up and down like yo-yo But keep that on the low though, nobody's supposed to know, yo I make 16 hundred off of every O yo Fucking with the cash flow that'll get you blast yo Ha Ha Ha I always get the last laugh yo [Hook] I rap a muthafucking house around my my wrist for rec While you niggas race neck to neck While niggas who live from check to check I ain't even going to front I ain't working with a full deck Life in the hood so hard I done lost some of my cards Instead of praying before I sleep I put my hands on my heat As soon as I start dreaming I'm right back on the street Any nigga in this game flowing they think they can see me Gotta be, fucked up in the head and smoking hemee Believe me if you thought like me you could be me But you ain't been through what I been through and this shit ain't that easy [Hook]