99 Pounds

Yo once upon a time, not long ago I was driving around with a hundred pounds of dro (word) Next thing I know, 5-O's behind me I look at my dash I'm doing close to 90 Problems like this ain't supposed to find me (na) So I thought about it, pulled over finally Like, he might search the trunk, don't remind me Luckily he flashed the lights and drove it by me So I proceed to turn right at the first light (yeah) Now I'm heading east on Jericho Turnpike (yeah) Been doing this for years man, I had to earn stripes Transported 40 P's on my worst night Word like, Bolic been making paper lately And that's just making sure all these haters hate me But enough small talk, let's get back to the story I met this kid Jay, with a package of 40 He said 'I know my numbers 29 now, but I want 28' I said let me find out Bolic knows he did good business with you But that don't mean I won't swing this fist and hit you He agrees so I'm off to my next stop 20 in a dufflebag about to get dropped (yeah) Left that spot and got 39 left Cops behind me again, shit, I'm holding my breath Pigs behind me, 39 in the trunk Well at least I ain't got 30 9's in the trunk Vacuum sealed just some kong and some skunk I should be fine cause Po-9 is some punks I can't front, I can move an ounce of rock I just feel safer with a hundred pounds of pot (yeah) The only set back I drive around a lot But I ain't down to stop 'til every town is locked (right) Enough about being still in suffer county Half-wits expecting knees to put the cuffs around me Got lucky again, Jake made the next left Next step, meet this cat I ain't met yet Had to head west, now I'm passing his house So I parked, dropped off the dufflebag, and I'm out (peace) Northern Long Island, heading back to the south Like damn, what the fuck's this traffic about Time to proceed with 19 P's left This faggot named Mike who's I gotta meet next His money's on point but he got a weak rep Another punk who ain't happy with the number he gets Got to his crip with the last 19 Said I'll be back tomorrow to collect my cream Next thing I know cops have me stopped quick Like, can I search the trunk Yeah, I ain't got shit Hit me Haha, Yo, If you having money problems, I feel bad for you son Got 99 pounds, who the fuck needs 1 Hit me Got 99 pounds, who the fuck needs 1 If you having money problems, I feel bad for you son Got 99 pounds, who the fuck needs 1 Hit me