See when I do joints like these?
I do it for the youngin' in the ghetto
That you ain't gon' never hear his story
'Cause he ain't gonna make it to tell you
So you know what's crazy
I went to court the other day, the D.A. say she hate me
How you gon' hate me
When me and Lou just took twenty racks and put coats on them kids backs?
It's thirty degrees outside (Gangsta, Gangsta)

Twenty four, how could I ask for more?
I got my deals, gettin' real, I'm makin' cash fo' sure
Stuntin' every chance I get because I had it poor
But every time I go to sleep I hear the devil at my door
And I'm on 'em papers so them courts are goin' back and forth
Dealin' with probation, man, they all said I'd be back for sure
Mommies turned to zombies from that raw, because it's crack galore
You wonder why them babies runnin' crazy steady clappin' off
Gettin' life before they get pussy
'Cause ain't nobody love 'em so they lives get tooken
Locked in cages, have 'em fightin' over cookies
And lunch trays, just happy them days ain't never killed 'em
Yeah I remember, it was a hot December
Niggas dyin' top of winter 'cause them kids need them toys
Well Santa Claus don't see them boys
Or see them girls around here, there's jackboys downstairs
No man with the big bag just man with the big gat
Try and take your shit back 'cause he feel the world owe him
And his daughter want a Barbie bike for Christmas, he gon' show up
That the love is there, no mother there
Just her and little brother there
We wash our pain with Belvedere and use the drugs they brung us here
We get high to get by
Hotdogs no ribeyes, with tears drip from red eyes
When ends don't meet the deadlines
The D.A. said she hate me, but I don't understand
When I just rocked the show in front of fifty thousand fans
I think that bitch racist, she prolly in the Klan
She take her pain out on me, but she prolly need a man
I took my mom from public housin', put her in the sticks
We came a long way from welfare and gettin' WIC
That shit just made me hungry
And now we gettin' rich and all these niggas gettin' sick
I know they wanna get me hit 'cause I'm ballin'
Yeah, 'cause I'm ballin'

It's like sometimes I always gotta let these type joints go, man
Just speakin' to the streets
That bitch said she hate me
I felt some time away about that
Last night we just came out
Givin' two, three hunnid pair of shoes to the schools
To the girls' and the boys' basketball teams
How you hate me?
You hate me 'cause I'm doin' what I supposed to do
And I got that money and I'm makin' more money than you?
Ha, well, bitch, you can hate me for that
Let's get it

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Writer(s): Robert Rihmeek Williams