All It Takes

Cuddie I don't sleep right Cuz' when I close my eyes I hear cries >From my potna's who lost they lives Visions of bloody brutalities realities Now stay focused and hope it don't affect my salary Calorie, they keep my pockets fat I gots to stack a grip Try not to trip and keep them gold-diggers off my d**k I'm gettin' sick cuz' I drink 24-7 The way I'm livin' now if I die there's no heaven Gotta help my potna's in the pen Cuz they livin' broke, this ain't no joke On parole and I can't smoke No sticky indo, roll down the window Step back the green lights like Nintendo Up in the game, like a professional If you ain't havin' money I got to let you go I need to let you know the rules before you perculate Rule number one potna never should you pimpitrate I spit this pimpin' straight cut, no additives No matter how mad you get biatch I'm a playa so I serve the game Maintain, campaign, and have thangs (Chorus) 1992 I was drownin' in big cases No its 97' and I'm countin' them big faces Switch places whupped the four-five and infrared Filet Mignons and garlic bread A hard head, big red and gorilla nuts Got me mobbin' thru the bay like I don't give a f**k I whipped equiped and stay dipped in butter salt Peel if she real no scrill then I cut em' off No fine-a*s bitches wit them empty bank books Worse than them hugly muthaf**ka's who can't cook The game cooked, for 5 years in the fed Now its time for these game hungry nigga's to get fed Get bread, sew them s*cka's down Smile in my face, but clown me when they not around me Talk down on my every move, but I couldn't give a damn Playa's do what they want The s*cka's do what they can (Chorus) Twelve one, seven 0 my D.O.B. And I been breakin' hoes since 83' Money-makin' business handle it discreetly Give you my home