Lyrics

Been a couple months since the double cross And I haven't taken another job Time off, everybody needs time But time is money, I got a dime for a dime Named Stacy, but Ten G's burns fast Hotel living, fine dining burns cash It don't last, so it's back to the pavement Ears to the streets, back to the basics No job lined up, no leads Walk through the west side, see where it leads This is where all the drug dealers slang Unsophisticated plot, kick the door, go bang But first I need a mark Find a couple dope heads, good place to start I know soon they'll need more Follow from a distance, watch where they score Post up, observe for the night Robbery is best served without a fight Watch for signs, at 4 A.M. the lights go out Grab the 9 from my belt, it's about to go down Kick the door, bust in yelling hands up Knocked to the floor, feel myself getting handcuffed Across the room I see Stacy's boss stand up I guess we never know where we'll land up
Writer(s): Andrew Terwilliger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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