Duckin' & Dodgin'
(专辑: Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint Of A Self-Made Millionaire - 1999)
My scrilla' my paper my scratch, my scrilla' my paper my scratch My hookas my bitches, my batch, my hookas my bitches, my batch My peppa, my pistols, my straps, my peppa my pistols my straps My oozies, my choppas my gats, my oozies my choppas my gats The
wires the
taps the
traps Po-po got me twisted how can us hustlas maintain and relax When these killas out here snitching bending conas fa cova' Just remember tell my motha' I
love her, I
love her On top of that the i the r the s
Police station looking fo' me got a
warrant out fo' my arrest Fo' tax evasion, fake identification Up under alias number skipped bail Now I'm hiding from the
bounty hunter man I
ain't neva' went to jail An' told some stuff Vallejo didn't raise no powder puff When I
see 'em I'm blasting I'm dumping make believers Make somebody gon' mind something newspaper readers Can you do me a
favor an' ask yo' neighbor Did he blast first an' ask questions later I
betcha they tell ya I
did such a
wicked ass earthling Why did you kidnap that little kid, man I
wasn't gonna hurt him [Chorus] Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out The
highs the
speeds the
chases, the
relays the
laps the
races My stuggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim After ditching an' dodging the
rolla I
found myself in South Dakota All by myself grinding an' running the
block hustling an' slanging them rocks Perking an' listen to pac switching locations an' spots Greasing an' cleaning my glocks Cooking an' throwing away pots Copping an' ordering chops Sewing an' stitching up cock Scheming an' plotting my knots Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' kicking locks Jacking an' robbing ganking niggas tying 'em up An' making 'em watch me fuck they botch Serving flour in a
drought I'm in the
hot seat anyhow plus I
been done struck out Already it's heavy I'm hurting Two nights ago ran upon the
wrong person Pulled out his lead and aimed it fo' my head Instead it hit me in my leg bursting Who got a
band-aid Can't go see a
surgeon cause I
ain't on medicaid or should I
say medical I'm in this pal for quite sometime Now I
been wanted for a
little while Somebody dropped a
dime an' I
was [phone rings] [Chorus] Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out The
highs the
speeds the
chases, the
relays the
laps the
races My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim The
grays the
hounds the
bussies Surplus camourflage in the
middle somewhere in Kentucky Way out of dodge lost a
little weight but I
used to be chubby nigga Stressing popping pills Taking more than anti-depressants I
got the
chills Trying to get away from them fuzz and pheasants teaching lessons Got mo' scrilla' than I
done count blessings Since I
was hills the
smithins the
slugs the
wessons Engine block getting cracked with some of them 355 them 7's Ya get mopped as far as weapons I
ain't neva been no sucka in life Poked an' m-mate in the
stomach wit a
number twice Fucking around when they brought me down to be exact On the
streets I'm nothing but up in here I'm under dat act [Chorus] Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out Gotta git it. gotta git gone, git on out The
highs the
speeds thew chases, the
relays the
laps the
races My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim