[Featuring Backbone Cool Breeze]

[Backbone]

From front to back street listen we on a mission

to get right workin street corner in the midnight

Picture the scene these fiends with fire

Ten dollar dreams scheme for a sack of that believe that

I'm wit whateva like Wheatstraw

Stuck servin my cocaine raw

Drop sixty two off the brick jump back

Twenty over now that's mo' money to get

Slick we fin' to LICK on this corner without gettin caught

But time, keep a sleepin and money gettin short

Plus that crooked cop Brock think we blow slangin (fuck him)

That why he ride through the hole with the do' swangin

But I make moves -- shake them tricks up out they shoestrings

Be more precise when we do things

Cause life like shakin the dice, but I buck back twice

like five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay

Chorus: repeat 2X

I'm strickly dressin dirty dirty

Gone represent it to the t-top

Born and bred up on the street top

Get to the money and the sweet spot

and forever hollerin

"Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops

[Big Boi]

Sheyit

Cops and robbers niggaz be bound to get them dollars and cents

They get in a slump like baseball players

when they short on they rent

Anything goin you ain't knowin how much money YOU spent

But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents

who hang around you cause you be buyin all the weed

and ALL the chicken

Feedin everybody, smokin em out

When you was broke though they was missin

Now you ridin bout fo' deep, startin to tear up YO' suspension

And your baby mamma on child support

My fault, forget to mention

You don't even have a checkin account

Wasn't thinkin about no pension