Hellraizer

Cash was on my mind at a early age growin up to fast

Lookin out for ways to stay paid

God bless the child that has his own i was told

So every single day the dope was sold

I never liked school cuz this shit was never real for me

I rather hang out with niggas that was down to kill for me

Never stood still long enough to have stability

Never to advantage of my athletic abilities

Only way up out the ghetto for a blacc man

Is to either play a sport know how to sing, rap, or dance

The only other option is to join a gang or slang yola

Hangin out with the other high rollas tryin to get your poccets swoll

Look at the competition, the mission is to get rich

As quicc as possible and turn your cash legit

But the you make could be your last

You'll always have the jaccers and craccers out to bust your ass

So don't be slippin

Livin the life styles of the rich and famous

I keep my hands clean stayin blameless it's scandlous but i'm shameless

All i want to do is stacc the cream

Ever since i was a little nigga that was my dream

Pants been saggin ever since i was a seventh grader

Poccet full of roccs and a sky pager

A nigga had dreams of comin up major

Nothin but a little ass hellraizer

Been saggin ever since i was a seventh grader

Poccet full of roccs and a sky pager

A nigga had dreams of comin up major

Nothin but a little ass hellraizer

Fucced around and caught my homegirl ovulatin

Threw a cold twist on the whole situation

Now i got to figure out a way to break the genius

World record for makin cash

Cuz now i got a baby in my business

Call up the essay

Go down to (s)toccton say

"throw it on the scale"

1000 grams is what it weighs

Getting 10 g's cuz he shows me love

Mucho gracias senior

Adios, and then i'm up out the door

It's bacc to sac, time to make the paper stacc

Standin in the kitchen, palms itchin cookin up the chiccen

11-3-51 narcotic

85% pure product, let it rocc up

My stoccs up a grip

600 buccs a zip

Fucced up and slipped and the taskforce dipped

Caught a young nigga with a quarter pound of "d"

Got a deal for 3, entered a guilty plead

Now i'm in the "pen" stressed out san quinten

Lady bout to have a nigga baby any minute

32 months i got to do

Then i'll be bacc on the streets with my crew, thought cha knew

Fresh out "pen" once again on the loose

My lady had my baby and she's already duce

Bacc in the hood and ain't a damn thang change

All the same niggas stugglin tryin to survive in the game

I got to get mine but is landmines in the streets

Take the wrong move and get swept off your feet

My baby got to eat and i'ma provide

Even if i got to ride or die

I ain't down with minimum wage so mutha fucc a 9 to 5

I'm duccin the cops like marco polo

My tightest dog died when i was a mobile

So now i'm rollin solo

Loco in the membrane never been tamed and never will be

And i'm hustlin to the day a nigga kills me