Some Shit I Used To Do

[VERSE 1: JT Money]

Wakin up every morning, pockets on e

Fuck that shit, school ain't for me

They just stoppin me from gettin dollars

I dropped out, fuck bein a scholar

I never did shit at school before

Yoked up Uzi and headed straight for the airport

Lookin for some bucks to grab

Fucked around, jacked some tourists in a yellow cab

With nothin but my bare hands

Oh boy, look at me comin clean with grands

Start touchin every day

Can't nann nigga tell me that crime don't pay

Bought me a auto with get-down 30s and cuts

Crush seats and bitches on my nuts

Talkin bout it's funny how

A young nigga quit school gettin money now

On a mission comin clean on a daily basis

With pocketbooks and high speed chases

Fat pockets swoll like they got the mumps

Droppin bets to all the little chumps

Throwin books to the hoes

Peelin out in the school zone, burnin out my [?]

See a mama and papa in the auto

Nobody's untouchable, that's my motto

Leavin no description for the police

Cause all they saw was black guns and gold teeth

And that describes every nigga in the jack game

Goin down with a alias name

They scared as fuck of a nigga like me

Reached out and touched more people than AT&T

Fuckin they world up, makin them curl up

All in the street and they still gettin beat

Cause that's the way I was taught

See, ain't shit illegal until you get caught

That's how I got the name J.T.

Jackin Tourists for all they Money

While niggas on the corner I'm in the house gettin laid

I leave em sayin, "Goddamn, how he gettin paid?"

For what I'm doin you don't need a look-out

Grab the hoe, get the money, throw the book out

I know my nigga Uzi'll get me away

Go to the crib, split the money cause in a day

I'm outta there without a clue

But yo, that's just some shit I used to do

[VERSE 2: JT Money]

Downtown, lookin for them dummies

With wire tags and purses full of money

Ask em for directions

Bustin u-turns in the middle of the inter section

I'm on they ass

Comin fast and I see that map on the dash

Bet your ass I'ma touch somethin

But them funky-ass heroes make a nigga wanna crush somethin

Fuck it, ain't nothin to it

Now he finna see how the boys from the Crib do it

( *interlude* )

Got that book now let's go

My nigga Uzi put that thing to the flo'

Hit a few corners

Make sure them punk-ass heroes ain't on ya

( ? ) so let's flex through the projects

Spend these grands and them Traveller's Cheques

Now we got a little flow

And I'ma keep the book so I can give it to a hoe

Lets go round the way to brag

To the niggas bout the book we snagged

They know the boy gon' come through

But yo, that's just some shit I used to do

Yeah

Yo, I wanna say one time for all the original jackers [?]

My niggas Shorty T, Rick and Wayne

My nigga Uzi, Madball

One time for them boys out there in the city

The boys Overtown, y'all know what time it is

There's a few out there in [?] Opa Locka

One time for the streets that paid a nigga, Biscayne Boulevard

7th Ave., 17th Ave., 27th Ave. 79th St.

36th St., 46th St. 54th

One time me and Uzi and 183rd St. we fuck em up

One time for the one way 81st

One time for the airport, hotels, gas stations, all that crazy shit

One time for I-95, the perfect escape route