Dope, Jobs, Homeless (Alternate Take)

[Hook - Obie Trice] (*echo*) Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all Who the fuck gon' tell me shit? Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all Y'all niggas can't tell me shit Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all Motherfucker you can't tell me shit Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all Y'all cats can't tell me shit [Verse 1 - Obie Trice] Yo, I sold dope, watched fiends crave for rock Watch 'em watchin me put the stash in my sock Walkie-talk to niggas from the corner when the Feds 'bout to enter Pumped up blocks, summer to winter Kerosene heaters by my feet Takin tops off, just so a nigga can eat lunch meat Four days, no Z's From the first to third, end of the month, I'm too excited to get sleep I bagged up twos Aggravated by picky crackheads who don't know which rock to choose Took outta town trips Two seconds in the son of a bitch, narcs run in, talkin shit I know about dope, I lost my man Lou to the coke Pumpin over there off of DeSoto Any nigga who don't know about this I hit ya with the Iron Mike quote "that's ludicrous!" Shittin in the tub, pissin in the tub Hepatitis B inflicted in a thug I know about that shit right there (know about that shit right there) [Hook - Obie Trice] (*echo*) Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all Y'all cats can't tell me shit Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all Y'all niggas can't tell me shit Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all Motherfucker you can't tell me shit Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all Y'all cats can't tell me shit [Verse 2 - Obie Trice] I done had jobs black Boss man yellin at the top of his lungs about a fuckin Big Mac He damn near fired A restaurant manager who can't manage shit from bein stressed out and tired I'm talkin about blacks You work all week with Boo and one day your man Boo just collapse His breakdown's 'caused by his bitch, who dropped the drawers For a nigga who could really floss Five twenty-five, it make your mouth leak And on top of that shit, you get a check every other week You work a week in the hole, there's thirty motherfuckers on payroll Shit, you work when they want you to Equal opportunity? Yeah right Suburban community check stubs always hella tight And my shit lookin like this I got a bitch, a baby and I need a place to piss Pissed off at check time cause I was skipped That's when Obie Trice start cockin back his shit (cockin back his shit) [Hook - Obie Trice] (*echo*) Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all Y'all cats can't tell me shit Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all Y'all niggas can't tell me shit Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all Motherfucker you can't tell me shit Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all Y'all cats can't tell me shit [Verse 3 - Obie Trice] I done been homeless, no place to sleep Moms don't wanna hear it, no place to eat I pass out on my man's couch, just for a week 'Til he get fed up and kick a nigga to the street Black out from cold, freezin my toes Snow fuckin over my boots, my Tims' froze Face turnin blue Cars ridin by with the little children on the inside pointin at you You done fucked over folks and they don't wanna see ya Baby momma gotta new nigga with a Visa Sleepin in cars, abandoned shit And while the rats eat the wires, you be prayin and shit Close to pneumonia, wishin for heat, like damn if only I came up in California Plottin on a lick like, stickin your mans Cause damn, you know he got at least a grand in his pants Face lookin old, despite the fact you only 22 years old Stuck in the cold, snot drippin profusely Takin the alley routes, so my ex-cutie won't notice me [Hook - Obie Trice] (*echo*) Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all Y'all cats can't tell me shit Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all Now who the fuck gon' tell me shit? Aiyyo, dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all Motherfuckers can't tell me shit Dope, jobs, homeless, I did it all Motherfucker, I done did it all