Slump Lyrics - Backbone

From front to back street, listen, we on a mission 

To get right, workin street corner in the midnight 

Picture the scene, these fiends with fire 

Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that 

I'm wit whateva like Wheatstraw 

Stuck servin my cocaine raw 

Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump back 

Twenty over now that's mo' money to get 

Slick, we fin' to lick on this corner without gettin caught 

But time, keep a sleepin and money gettin short 

Plus that crooked cop Brock think we blow slangin (fuck him) 

That why he ride through the hole with the do' swangin 

But I make moves, shake them tricks up out they shoestrings 

Be more precise when we do things 

Cause life is like shakin the dice, but I buck back twice 

Like five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay 

I'm strictly stressin dirty dirty 

Gone represent it to the t-top 

Born and bred up on the street top 

Get to the money and the sweet spot 

And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops 

I'm strictly stressin dirty dirty 

Gone represent it to the t-top 

Born and bred up on the street top 

Get to the money and the sweet spot 

And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops 

Shit, cops and robbers niggas be bound to get them dollars and cents 

They get in a slump like baseball players when they short on they rent 

Anything goin you ain't knowin how much money YOU spent 

But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents 

Who hang around you cause you be buyin all the weed and all the chicken 

Feedin everybody, smokin em out 

When you was broke though they was missin 

Now you ridin bout fo' deep, startin to tear up your suspension 

And your baby mamma on child support, my fault, forget to mention 

You don't even have a checking account wasn't thinking about no pension 

I used to work at Steak 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen 

Had determination and graduated, now I got the whole rap world fascinated 

I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so I made it 

Continue to sell dope, it's payin the bills so you gon' do it 

But legislation got this new policy, three strikes and you're ruined 

Now where your crew at? Yeah 

I'm strictly stressin dirty dirty 

Gone represent it to the t-top 

Born and bred up on the street top 

Get to the money and the sweet spot 

And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops 

I'm strictly stressin dirty dirty 

Gone represent it to the t-top 

Born and bred up on the street top 

Get to the money and the sweet spot 

And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops 

Ay, me and my buddy on the cut and they know we serving em slabs 

We better watch what we doing, and look out for Joe Nab 

And quit re-ing up and standing on this same old block 

Before our gangsta ass partner get both of us shot 

Niggas talking cause they making some flow 

But still ain't did nothing that ain't been done before 

You can't be trying to showcase, just put it down for your spot 

And improvise and work with that little you got 

So I think when I finish selling my last sack 

I'mma take some of this money, go and give some back 

Cause people won't forget about the time you gave, knowmsayin? 

And start thinking bout a path to pave 

I'm strictly stressin dirty dirty 

Gone represent it to the t-top 

Born and bred up on the street top 

Get to the money and the sweet spot 

And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops 

I'm strictly stressin dirty dirty 

Gone represent it to the t-top 

Born and bred up on the street top 

Get to the money and the sweet spot 

And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops