Lyrics:

Get up
(Repeat)

In the street I'm bout my buisness how I be a be a
If you want some work from me you pay a fee a fee a
When I check my crackhouse I'm gonna reup reup
For you robbers in the hood I throw my heat up heat up
(Repeat)

They always be askin' what is crack cocaine
Crack cocaine frys you're brain
Crack cocaine keep me pocket change when I be on my slang
Keep them thangs single solid or a brick up off the house
Try to snatch my shit with out payin' I'm blowin' off 'ya mouth
Thas the way it is in up in the dope game have no respect
Dope heads wit no brains and no thangs blow some big ass checks
Straight to the liquor store that's were we rolln get my 75
Dam they close at 11 yes I'm ballin doin 99
Worked the whole week to get that cheese and give that shit to me
Bet you feelin' shitty fallin' sleep on the side of the street
Tell me how it feels walkin' round not knowin' what's goin' on
Only thing you no is im the one supplyin' all the stones
Keep my pockets swolle and I be ballin' on the fuckin' slab
Think you droppin' sissions in my buisness take yo biggest stab
Yes I roll wit dealers and my scrill is my priority
Bitch I roll wit killas and these killas have authority

In the street I'm 'bout my buisness how I be a be a
If you want some work from me you pay a fee a fee a
When I check my crackhouse I'm gonna reup reup
For you robbers in the hood I throw my heat up heat up
(Repeat)

Well I aint waistin' mine , gotta get them nickels and dimes all the time
'Cuz benjamin franklin the only mother fucker on my mind
I'm ridin' 2-door cutless twenty threes grippin' pine
And I know the junkies see me colors changin' all the time
When you spot me better stop me 'cuz I am not slayin' long
The pigs would love comin' up on this white boy ridin' on all this fuckin' chrome
Got yo stones bitch I'm gone destination where I stay
Fraiser boy up on the side and bitch were head'n to the bay
What you talkin' bout, what you askin 'bout , what you need from me
Check it I serve some big bags, some crack, and some XTC
And anything else I don't fuck wit it, or I jus don't fuckin' no
Were to find it where to get it and how far the shit will flow
These smokas and sellas these drugs be so plentyfull
But junkies will do anything for that crack mane and it's pitiful
They loose there life Critical and there bodies shut down Physical
But rock it up you get yo grip and all that there is beautiful

In the street I'm bout my buisness how I be a be a
If you want some work from me you pay a fee a fee a
When I check my crackhouse I'm gonna reup reup
For you robbers in the hood I throw my heat up heat up
(Repeat)

It ain't no use stoppin' here I could keep boomin' slangin' dis dope
Or I could take a chance on a track flippin this bird to a gross
But see it's jus my luck popes will prolly kick in my door,
So I gotta keep lookin' over my shoulder watchin' out for them hoes,
And I gotta go find another location plus another waitin' on temptation
There so many faces and customers in this occupatin,
And I have got no patience
And people wanna fuck wit my time, that's why you be comin' up short purchasin'
Nickles and dimes, I'm even wit mine, you get it how I get it and thats all the time
I never decline ur money unless u smell outta line
And I'm feelin' fine , theyll find you all tied up in some twine
My moneys importent a lil more then important then how bright I shine
Don't play wit that 9, you pull it use it abuse it with mine,
It's eager to blind, then copyrite yo mouth with yo mind
I'm puttin' it out and givin' it to ya jus how I get it
This evil is wit it wit no discussin' this is how I spit it

In the street I'm bout my buisness how I be a be a
If you want some work from me you pay a fee a fee a
When I check my crackhouse I'm gonna reup reup
For you robbers in the hood I throw my heat up heat up
(Repeat)