Ain't With Being Broke Lyrics

Let me hear a stone croak,
I ain't wit being broke
I'm tired of my mother bustin a*s for other folks
gettin nowhere fast
while the ho on the corna makin mo money selling a*s.
I ain't wit this outfit, I gotta make some moves to by t jones some nice shit.
???? workin on som////da week
It don't even f**kin make ends meet
I worked down on main st.
Dimes in my stomach cause I ain't had nuttin eat.
So how the f**k am I supposed to think
when I'm in a funky sweatsuit and still bitchin to meet.
My a*s is put and I booked non stop
Make the swap and go shop.
I say this and say that and every other note, I ain't wit being broke.

Chorus:
Money, OH Money
I ain't witn being broke
Got ta get my hands on some.

repeat.

Chorus: Bushwick

I was born in a cheap a*s hospital
from the fifth ward, stuck right in the middle
of a rock and a hard spot, before my dad got that a*s I was already counted out
what a mutha f**kin pity
mama couldn't afford milk so we had to s*ck her titties.
every night in the kitchen I'd see, rats and roaches eaten bettan me.
there was no thanksgiving, they say I'm a fool for thanking god for living,
but being broke ain't no mutha f**kin joke back in 91 shit just ain't happenin
foo.
I never had a goddamned thing christmas came and went, without a choo choo
train, in the geto, gifts get stolen or bought ain't no mutha f**kin santa
claus.

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