Ain't With Being Broke

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.