Out To Get Rich

[INTRO: SHOESTRING] What's up? It's the cop killer, Shoestring Down with the fucking Jake The Flake You want some dope, fiends? Get your flake from Jake What's up Jake? Kick some shit, G [VERSE 1: JAKE THE FLAKE] Deep in the ghetto lives a killer named Jake Booming low key Selling weight of Peruvian Flake Copped me a half at the age of ten Went down on Dayton and boomed my yey Then I re-copped again And now I got something chronics can't live without Got them up with (Durkee?) and we opened up a weight house Business was booming 24-motherfucking-7 Have some in 550 and them hoes in 411 Booming more yey than the average nigga should Bought me a Fleetwood Four 15s, and a Kenwood And now I'm living off my hustle Nigga, Jakey ain't going to scuffle My cousin Roachie is my muscle A young paid ass Barry White I kept my game tight Slept with about three bitches every fucking night Off of Dayton, out of Flint Caught in the clinch A young nigga named Jake Out to get rich [HOOK] Boys in the hood are always hard 36 is what I'm copping (x4) [VERSE 2: JAKE THE FLAKE] 1st of the month, I'm on my way to my dope house Copping keys and making Gs is all I could think about I bent the corner Vice cars all on the grass My spot was hit I said "Oh shit I got to get their ass" Walked past the crib And peeped the scene out real slow The cop that did that shit Won't do this type of shit no mo' I took a loss, I took a loss I took a big loss But I ain't worried about shit Cause I'm my own boss Come to find out my llello spot was hit by Green Well known vice cop/bitch/crack fiend I'm going to kill him and you can tell him I should have killed his monkey ass When he was staying on McClellan But I didn't, I let him get away So I'm like a hunter That bitch Green is my prey When I find him I'm going to kill that bitch For fucking up my establishment When I'm out to get rich [HOOK] [VERSE 3: JAKE THE FLAKE] Riding through my hood Paranoid, about four deep All was on my mind was putting punk ass Greene to sleep Not for a night but forever I'm smoking tree and getting ooted Now I'm feeling kind of clever Rolled by Dayton Kendall and Green was on the shakedown The raid was damn near over They was on their way back downtown Pulled to the stop sign then he stopped The red beam hit his head I popped And that's when Kendall screamed The red beam hit him next The same thing Two crooked cops lie dead With bullets in their heads For some shit that Harlan did They should have known how I was cut But they didn't know So they he straight fucked up But that's what them hoes get For fucking up my profit When I'm out to get rich [HOOK] Boys in the hood are always hard Jake...Jake...Jake is my name Boys in the hood are always hard Jake...Jake...Jake is my name Boys...boys...boys 36 is what I'm copping Jake...Jake...Jake...Jake...Jake...Jake Jake is my name (repeats)