Ill Street Blues Freestyle

*Freestyle over Ill Street Blues by Kool G. Rap & DJ Polo. Produced by The Trackmasters [Verse]: I'm right in front of my projects, thinkin' of a plan On how to get this gwap, see my pockets be in the sand I'm callin' papi, he got me, prolly drop me 100 grams for starters Time to turn into a barber, shave the crack up 12 12 regulars, get packed up The fiends is gonna be buggin' when they see the size of mine, I'm finna stack up Biggest misconception of this hustle is that you gotta stretch You bag more, but I flip like a million times, you dudes ain't finished yet? I gotta keep the fiends happy so they tell a friend that tells a friend Before you know it, they chipped in, bought Joell a Benz That's where the sellin' ends Get yourself a strip, a couple hungry youngins, move onions and once you get a brick Man, you got the hustle in the palm of your hand You bag up like half, the other half you add on points to the gram Supply scrams, you got a plan that was just like yours You doin' it son, now where's your gun (why?) Cause some kids quite poor They eyein' you, from afar like they just might score Matter of fact I'm buggin', what you think that dudes get right for? C'mon, use your head, spend that bread, keep 'em fed, they'll become your led You'll never have any problems puttin' crumbs to bed Oh yeah, never name your clique, let's stay away from Feds The minute you try to organize they'll try to listen in on what you said And you don't want the kind of numbers they be givin' Some dudes literally live in prison, better not touch that television Niggas is in the best condition that they ever been I mean, scrap if you gotta scrap, but listen homes, nine out of ten... You lose!