To the artists on this board that's been makin music for over 5 years
- Thread starter MrPeete
- Start date
old ass shit written/recorded in 1999
I'm broke as fuck, it took awhile to realize
That my funds are runnin' short like a 3-legged feline*
I can barely maintain, it's why I stay on the creep
And my parents are ballin' but lets just say they're major cheap*
I gotta rob some muthafuckas just so i can get paid
Instead of Ice, I got Zirconias, but it just aint the same*
I swear, if I was a crackhead, i'd be smokin' some flour
Coz I couldnt afford a sac at 5 dollars an hour*
You see these Cross Colours Jeans? Didnt have to spend no money
I aint rockin these muthafuckas coz i'm tryna to be funny*
It's coz i'm broke, sucka...., I got a cabinet full of Plastic Knives
I'l eat italian, and shake before the bill arrives*
And at my age, you can't afford to keep a hoe,
so instead, I'l just fuck the bitch and never see her no more*
So broke, I'd have to resort to sellin nickel bags of crack
So broke, the welfare office wants me to pay them back*
So broke, i'l have to hold a local bank as hostage
So broke, my food stamps would have to double as postage*
Spent my my last $200 on my new plastic Tec
And use it on the next person I scope cashin' checks*
Or maybe my AK will do the fuckin job
It's all good.... Let me round up my muthafuckin Mobb*
Here's the Game Plan, I know this muthafucka that be servin sacks
This sucka ran his lips, so lets stick him with the mac*
This sucka stacks chips, so let him be our next target
We Loaded up our shit and gettin' ready to spark it*
We shook out, and drove my new Pinto out to Frisco
The one without no speakers and a couple broken windows*
in the tenderloin where that trick ass sucka be slangin
caught his ass on leavenworth, doin nothing but hangin'*
started laughin when he saw us in the pinto ride
but little did he know I had the chopper on my side*
I aimed it at him, but the little bitch didn't pull out
Instead, he took off runnin to his muthafuckin house*
We got out the car, chasin down this fuckin crack whore
Thought he lost us when he merely slammed and locked his front door*
We kicked that shit down, sounds of yellin and screamin
Knocked over some tables with cocaine and triple beams*
Lead us to the fetti 'for yo ass gets shot
But when he didn't answer, kid... I aimed red dot*
Put an slug up in his ass, and mashed through his crib
Found some cases with c-notes, so we took it and slid*
Threw his body in a ditch and sent him to Heaven
And I aint broke no more, so switch it up to song 11*
So broke, i'm rockin' 10 year old ripped jeans
So broke, i'm not an 8, i'm a Section Sixteen
So broke, i'm livin off of government Swiss Cheese
So broke, that TLC made a fuckin' song that dissed me
editors note: "song 11" refers to a song on this particular album which is about how it would be like to be rich... sort of an inside joke.
I'm broke as fuck, it took awhile to realize
That my funds are runnin' short like a 3-legged feline*
I can barely maintain, it's why I stay on the creep
And my parents are ballin' but lets just say they're major cheap*
I gotta rob some muthafuckas just so i can get paid
Instead of Ice, I got Zirconias, but it just aint the same*
I swear, if I was a crackhead, i'd be smokin' some flour
Coz I couldnt afford a sac at 5 dollars an hour*
You see these Cross Colours Jeans? Didnt have to spend no money
I aint rockin these muthafuckas coz i'm tryna to be funny*
It's coz i'm broke, sucka...., I got a cabinet full of Plastic Knives
I'l eat italian, and shake before the bill arrives*
And at my age, you can't afford to keep a hoe,
so instead, I'l just fuck the bitch and never see her no more*
So broke, I'd have to resort to sellin nickel bags of crack
So broke, the welfare office wants me to pay them back*
So broke, i'l have to hold a local bank as hostage
So broke, my food stamps would have to double as postage*
Spent my my last $200 on my new plastic Tec
And use it on the next person I scope cashin' checks*
Or maybe my AK will do the fuckin job
It's all good.... Let me round up my muthafuckin Mobb*
Here's the Game Plan, I know this muthafucka that be servin sacks
This sucka ran his lips, so lets stick him with the mac*
This sucka stacks chips, so let him be our next target
We Loaded up our shit and gettin' ready to spark it*
We shook out, and drove my new Pinto out to Frisco
The one without no speakers and a couple broken windows*
in the tenderloin where that trick ass sucka be slangin
caught his ass on leavenworth, doin nothing but hangin'*
started laughin when he saw us in the pinto ride
but little did he know I had the chopper on my side*
I aimed it at him, but the little bitch didn't pull out
Instead, he took off runnin to his muthafuckin house*
We got out the car, chasin down this fuckin crack whore
Thought he lost us when he merely slammed and locked his front door*
We kicked that shit down, sounds of yellin and screamin
Knocked over some tables with cocaine and triple beams*
Lead us to the fetti 'for yo ass gets shot
But when he didn't answer, kid... I aimed red dot*
Put an slug up in his ass, and mashed through his crib
Found some cases with c-notes, so we took it and slid*
Threw his body in a ditch and sent him to Heaven
And I aint broke no more, so switch it up to song 11*
So broke, i'm rockin' 10 year old ripped jeans
So broke, i'm not an 8, i'm a Section Sixteen
So broke, i'm livin off of government Swiss Cheese
So broke, that TLC made a fuckin' song that dissed me
editors note: "song 11" refers to a song on this particular album which is about how it would be like to be rich... sort of an inside joke.
