Guilty Simpson Follow

Good shit...

Verse 1

Crack, E, Power, Weed/
No matter what it is they got what you need/
Young cats serving bags from ten speeds/
I guess money does grow on trees/
Kush, Gas, Dro, and Regs/
Drop a few crumbs for the hoes to beg/
You better learn the game and know the ledge/
Dudes round here put holes in heads/
Got Cash to blow/
Dawg got ziplock bags of snow/
And those that keep E work is swoll/
Chicks pop them hoes like birth control/
The whole game is buy and sell/
Keep the clientele high as hell/
Some dudes jump in, try, and fail/
Get locked up to tell...

(Hook)

All the hustlas/
Let me see your foot work/
Them young boys around the corner got purp/
Right next door where homie got murked/
When he met dude, he copped and got jerked/
Let me see your foot work/
Don't got down the street, they got dirt/
Right next door where the girl got murked/
When she ain't do old boy, he got hurt/

Verse 2

Shrooms, Cigs, Meth, and Hash/
Whatever's gon get that extra cash/
A1 products in sandwich bags/
Plate so fat they can't be mad/
Rain, hail, snow, or sun/
The whole neighborhood got the 411/
If you snitch they'll bust a gun/
Stomp on your face and bust yo gums/
You better ask around/
Them drug boys sold up half the town/
Fearless, ain't no backing down/
The whole crew's packing pounds/
Ones that you smoke and ones that smoke you/
And everyone knows who you should go to/
But you need someone to go through/
Don't knock if they don't know you...

(Hook)