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Versuri Dope jobs homeless
- Obie Trice

S***d on, ran from it (I did it all).

I sold dope, watch fiends crave for rock
Watch 'em watching me put the stash in my sock (Hey! Yo! Yo!)
Walkie-talk to niggas from the corner when the Feds 'bout to enter
Pumped up blocks some of the winter
Kerosene heaters by feet, takin tops off just so a nigga can eat lunchmeat
Four days no Z's, from the first to the third
End of the month to excited to get sleep, I bagged up 2's
Aggravated by picky motherf***kers who don't know which rock to choose (Picky man)
Took outta town trips, two seconds in a son of a bitch
NARCs run in talking s***t (who dis?)
I know about dope, lost my man Lou to the coke
Pumping over there off of DeSoto
Any nigga who don't know about this
I hit ya with the Iron Mike quote "That's Ludicrous"
S***n in the tub, p***g in the tub, Hepititis B inflicted in a thug
I know about that s***t right there
Hey yo, I know about that s***t right there.

Hey yo, Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all
Y'all niggas can't tell me s***t
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Who the f***k goin' to tell me s***t?
Dope, Jobs, Homeless..

I don't had jobs black
Boss man yelling at the top of his lungs about a f***kin Fat Burger!
We damn near fired, restaurant manager who can't manage s***t
Stressed out retired, I'm talking about blacks
You work all week for Boo, and one day your man Boo just collapse
Bricks, houses, cars
A bitch who drops her drawls for a nigger who can really floss
Five twenty five can make your mouth leak and on top of that s***t
You get a check every week
You work a week in the hole, with thirty motherf***kers on pay roll
You work when they want you to
Equal opportunity? Nigga right, suburban community check stubs always hella tight

My s***t looking like this
I got a bitch a baby and I need a place to p***s
P***d off at check time cuz I was skipped
That's when obie trice start cockin' back his s***t (f***k this).

Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Y'all niggas can't tell me s***t
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Who the f***k gonna tell me s***t.

I done been homeless, no place to sleep
Moms don't wanna hear it no place to eat
Pass out on my mans couch just for a week
Till he get fed up and kick a nigga to the street (Get the f***k outta here, dogg!)
Black out from cold, freezin' my toes
Snow f***kin over my boots, my Tims froze
Face turnin blue, cars ridin by with the little children
on the inside pointin at you (mommy look at that man)
F***d over folks, and they don't wanna see ya
Baby momma gotta new nigga with a Visa
Sleepin in cars, abandoned s***t
While the rats eat the wires you be prayin and s***t (Please, Lord, please!)
Close to pneumonia
Wishin for heat, like damn if only I came up in California
Plottin on a (?), like stickin your mans
Damn, you know he got at least a grand in his pants
Face lookin old, despite the fact your only 20 years old
Stuck in the cold
Snot drippin profusely
Taking the alley route so my ex-cutie wouldn't notice me.

Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Who the f***k goin' to tell me s***t
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all
Y'all niggas can't tell me s***t
Hey yo, Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all
Who the f***k gonna tell me s***t?
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Motherf***ker, I don't did it all.

Yeah! S***t is real out there, yeah.

Nap Entertainment, 2000.

F***k nigga