Lyrics
Creeping in a 'Lac scooped out for the streets
This is how a nigga rolls, selling quarter kis
Draped up in gold, Mister Man’s living his life right
Pushing zones by the dozens of that white hype
Check it. Yo, drugs by the pound, to fill a room
Mister Man got it going on, bumping Ice Cube
Then Miss Elaine crossed the front street
But Mister Man ain’t paid no mind; he’s on his way up to the dump street
He got his workers on a time slot
And Mister Man don’t take no shorts
So all them workers fight to sell them rocks
Serving up a storm, they got the block sewed
It’s like a city under siege, burning up a
But not the city under siege that the laws run
The city under siege where the niggas run the outcome
Ain’t nothing popping but a comeup for the whole crew
Here comes Elaine with the 40oz. of cold brew
Ya hide your lip in Mister Man «Yo, what’s up, black?»
But Mister Man wasn’t going for none of that
Huh, yo where’s my money at that you stole, bitch
Ya best to give it up or catch a dose of this nine grip
«Yo, Mister Man, why you tripping?»
Mister Man ain’t tripping, but ay I want my money or catch a ass whooping
Bitch, what the fuck you think that I work for?
My money, so give my shit up smooth, or push on, ho
Cause I’mma make this one a mandatory
I gave you work, and now you’re coming back to me singing them sad stories
You must be smoking on the shit,
But I’m a G to the game. Mister Man, pure dope, no cut
Due to his age, Mister Man’s growing old to the dope game, huh
So pass the title down to your offspring
Your baby boy can hold his weight, pops
All he needs is trust and a little bit of ammo for them stageouts
Cause niggas gonna check him like a G
Put him to the test, and if he fails, then he’s a wannabe
But baby boy peeped the game smooth
Learning from his pops, baby boy’s coming up cool
With six down, four to go, pushing up on ten, baby boy felt the nerve to buy a
ELCO
Scooped out, sitting couped
Three-wheel motion for the 'draulics plus a plushed out sunroof
But in the midst, he caught a short stop
At 2:15, he lost his pops to some shots
And baby boy took it hard, too
He wants to know who pulled the trigger and the spot that they was going to
Go to Saint Paul, yeah
A city of money-making niggas breaking niggas off
He’s in the mix, and it ain’t nothing nice
I think that daddy’s only son should think about it twice
Yeah, now tell me how it is, kid
It’s best to walk away than be a memory like your daddy is
Cause I’mma tell you how it comes
Your daddy played the game, so take the good with the bad, son
I know it hurt to lose your pops
But pops knew first that time was shady on his time clock
That’s why he gave it up to you
And pops moved on, so it’s time for you to handle your business, duke
So suck it up, and handle shit right
Cause daddy laid the path, so you gotta give the path light
And be aggressive when you step, tote your gat with ya
Cause niggas they gon' wanna start some static with ya
Just play the game how the game goes
And be for real, cause you could be the next with your eyes closed
