Worth Goin Fed Fo

[Hook] I got a name in these streets Plenty of money to blow Got whips, twenty-eights And jewelry to show Ain't a ho I can't fuck I got hoes galore (Just don't know if this shit worth goin fed fo) I got a name in these streets Plenty of money to blow Got whips, twenty-eights And jewelry to show Ain't a ho I can't fuck I got hoes galore (Just don't know if this shit worth goin fed fo) [Verse 1] Soon as a nigga get knocked the streets call him dumb When the shit hits the fan everybody run I don't know a nigga yet who did this shit and won Money mean nothin to you if you ain't got a bond The streets dead now cause everybody gettin hung Lawyers sittin back suckin all a niggas funds Say it ain't cool when the rabbit got the gun The shit a game to these crackas and they havin fun Nigga you thought wouldn't tell them be the first one It don't take nothin but one fuck up and a nigga done Visitation room that ain't how I wanna see my son But I don't think about none of this shit when I'm stuntin [Hook] [Verse 2] I don't know if twenty-five years worth two years of ballin That's a big pill to take and I ain't tryin to swallow it Fuck around and get jammed all this shit fallin Take the streets from a nigga then a nigga starvin Tried to let it go, then money kept callin Streets been good to me got a nigga flossin Same shit a nigga love be the shit that cost him Money make niggas hate, turn niggas salty Go to prison now, gone take me from my shorty Bout time I get out he gone be off in college Game fucked up now cause all these niggas talkin I'm a street nigga I ain't got too many options [Hook] [Verse 3] Nigga always told me to get in this shit and get out But he ain't tell me about all the laws and all the drama You back to square one after a nigga break in yo house It's hard to come up shit when you gotta keep burnin out It's cars, jewlery, and hoes what's it's all about I don't know it lil' daddy I just want a nice amount Just gave my lil cousin eleven years for an ounce You broke and fuckin wit these hoes they gone ask you to bounce And niggas buyin shit now they can't even pronounce Done fucked up so much money, shit can't even count Hope I don't wake up one mornin wit them crackas in my house Wit guns drawed on me wit enditement papers out [Hook]