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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Das EFX
Performer
C.Charity
Scratches
D. J. Dice
Scratches
Derek Lynch
Scratches
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Weston
Songwriter
D. Lynch
Songwriter
Horovitz
Songwriter
C.Charity
Arranger
McDaniels
Songwriter
Rubin
Songwriter
Simons
Songwriter
W. Hines
Songwriter
Chris Charity for Solid Scheme Music Inc.
Arranger
Derek Lynch
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Charity for Solid Scheme Music Inc.
Producer
C.Charity
Producer
Derek Lynch
Producer
Lyrics
Bring it in one time, solid scheme
Hook: (x3)
(gotta story to tell y'all)
(here's a lil' story I got ta do)
Verse 1: books
Uh
Well say hello to the bad guy or am I or (shit) cos I'm ya
Local slinger swinger, quick ta bring the drama
Plus not takin the sweat but test me if ya wanna
I'm baggin kids up like they bag that chick t'wanna
*? prawley? *, some ignore me, others I bother
For the props and top dollar, g I'm doin what I gotta, see
I puts the fear in ya heart kid, I start (f**kin) for nuttin
And no this ain't the dope that catch ya cuttin, bust
Now's the time to make my move cos I'm out to do tha
Kid that tried to slip for some buda, sleep (word up)
I peeped every spot his boys be, I got crew
But what am I do is get somebody new to do it for me
I'm catchin wreck to prove a point, time is loot
And I ain't spinnin it in the joint but better yet
These days I'm all professional, some new (shit) I got
I check this nigga that I used to snatch jewels wit
Back in the day but nevertheless the kid's ass' slingin gas
To pay bills to 'ford some pills that kill stress (I hear ya kid)
Now as for me g let's just say I learnt the rules
I paid my dues and now I cruise in my lexus
No better time than the present to make him an offer
He can't refuse but might regret it, so i'ma set it
Hook
Verse 2: dray
Well, umm, take this job and shove it
Punk (f**k) it, another day of workin
My boss is on my back and I'm about to go berserkin
Catch a fit money grip cos pumpin gas is a bitch way
Niggas be ridin by my job and frontin like they bitchin
I wanna bust wit disgust cos I'm sour (aha)
Takin all the (shit) and only gettin four dollars a hour
There go some bitches swearin that they better
Givin a cold shoulder as they roll by in the (f**kin) jetter
I gets no pay though cos they know that you know
Can't wait to take a (f**kin) break so I can go and puff this buddha
I'm bustin my ass but my cash just ain't stockin
Now who's this creepin up the (f**kin) block-in?
Clockin, lookin like he really wanna test this
Just another dick, I oughta stick him for that lexus
The (shit) is killin me, why this kid grillin me?
Actin like he wanna bust caps and start fillin me
Up wit some hot (shit), I spot (shit), I'm buggin
I f**kin know this nigga because he used to be thuggin
My area, causes hysteria, I guess he chillin
We used ta rob niggas back in the day when I was illin
Like jaw-cappin niggas just for yappin
He claim he got some loot that I can make, I give a clappin
Umm, let him kick it cos I ain't tryin to sink in
I need to make this dough so now ya know he got me thinkin
Hook
Interlude: dray & (books) conversing
Yo what up kid? I know that was you b, yo waz up?
(yo what up kid? yo, I'm just out here doin my thing man
I'm tryin ta make this loot man, what up to you?)
Yo what's up? put me on kid, ya see what I'm doin?
(I'm sayin man, what you doin man?)
Word up, I get off in a few b
(aight! yo I'm tryin ta see ya, word is bond!)
Yo yo, I ain't frontin kid, word is bond!
(yo i'ma see ya aight)
Verse 3: dray, books
Bringin it back cos now I'm wit it
I'm lookin ta make this loot so now I figure
I hooked up with this nigga
Because he bound to make my pocket's bigger
I'm lookin ta do this just gimme the cue and I'm willin
He scooped up, suit me up
Boost me ups so now I guess we're chillin
I'm guessin we're like on some back-in-the-day (shit)
I need you to do me this
Justice, some busters keep on playin me on some stupid (shit)
Crab nigga, up on the block he's just a tad bigger
Time to earn the cash so here's the burner and the match nigga
Yeah yeah yeah that sound cool so gimme the 2 because I'm on it
I leave em layin stiff and if that's how ya really want it
I'm buggin when I pull it, watch the bullet leave em leakin
Yo, hold up, cops! yo I think them cops is peepin
Oh (shit), where they at? stash the gat, toss the erb 'cause
Jakes checkin my plates and I'm tryin not to swerve, word
My nuts is shot, I think these cops is like schemin g
I'm pullin to the curb because these *? hertz? * is high -beamin me
*police sirens*
Hook
Writer(s): Rick Rubin, Joseph Ward Simmons, Willie D. Hines, Andre G. Weston, Christopher Allen Charity, Darryl Matthews Mcdaniels, Adam Keefe Horovitz, Derek Lynch
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