Piss Poor

(album: Bullets Ain't Got No Name, Vol. 2 - 2009)

Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw

Listen, look, walking up the block in Dickies
To hitting corners on chrome, pocket full of 20s
Y'all know my style, from hitting licks and splitting 50/50
To all expense paid trips 'cause they request for Nipsey
Let's get this bread, nigga
Been on my grind since '99, and like I said, nigga
A broke nigga might as well just be a dead nigga
And when you starving, you gon' eat whatever's fed to you
Bite the hand that feeds you, you deserve to eat lead, nigga
You pitching crumbs to these pigeons, you a breadwinner
All outta bread, they start pecking at your head, nigga
The loyalty is gone now, so the game different
It's like we can't really ball 'cause we playing injured
So many undercover niggas in the mix
On top of that, these cameras on these corners taking pictures
My niggas doing time, I shoot a line and send a flick to
Have money on my mind, now, I, I, I get it

Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw

I came a long way from playing X to that bird cage
On Slauson Avenue, yeah, home of the real bird gang
Did my curb thang, sat in spots 'til the bird came
Locked me in them cold chains, all over the cocaine
Cold game, moving with no brains
Got bags of the propane and I'm right back, doing my own thing
I speak no names, I run with my own gangs
Stay puffing the purple rain, some shit ain't gon' never change
Put the blow on the block, niggas loving what the weather bring
The palms of my young hands whiter than Kevin Federline's
Hallucinate for a minute, go hard off the amphetamines
I got the prescription you need, call me Mister Medicine
Distribute crack rock, you can call me Mister Medellin
Like Rafael Ochoa, 'cause he get that heavy green
I wish a nigga would try and get me
I'm going out like Rocket in Colors, you bitch niggas dying with me

Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw

Neighborhood Nip Hussle, look
Impossible odds, every boss take a loss
Still I live for my people, and I die for my squad
See, I come from the struggle, I was brought up to hustle
Me and my mama and my granny and my big brother
My uncle Reggie smoke dope but we still love him
He pawned my granny wedding ring and she still trust him
If I ruled the world I wouldn't change nothing
I thank the Lord for my struggle 'cause I came from it
Hustle

Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw