Blaq Poet - Watch Your Back lyrics
[Blaq Poet - Watch Your Back lyrics]
It goes late night pickin up, broke day
Choppin up still tryin to make that dough
When it's hot as fuck
Niggas don't understand the pain'll blow you
The money mold you, slow down dunn
Lemme show you
Yo, you ever sold crack to your man mother?
On the back of the block and
She cop it for the undercovers
You ever tried to hide the
Pack from your little brother?
Under the mattresses where the ratchets is
Now he's sellin crack and blastin kids
You ever called ur sister a bitch
Based out on the strip
Suckin dick to get a hit, jus a little chip
Did your eyes ever cry black tears
Cuz niggas hate you, that you knew for years
Did your right hand man ever shit on you
Did your moms house get raided and
She did a bid for you?
You ever got shot up and put in critical, yo
You ever owed a coke man
A hundred grams or two
Do you kno the outcome or
What you're dealing with
Serious repercussions, consequences
Judge slams a hammer, a life sentence
I'm a real nigga so this I must mention
Watch your back
Early in the mornin, time to make the donuts
I see my fellow niggas
Everybody wanna blow up
Go get the 40s and the Dutches, set it off
Cuz thats how we left off last night
Of course
It's a new day but the same ol' shit, word
The D's is out and they lookin to be served
The pain is hard to adjust to
Nobody trust you
So fuck it, get on your hustle
Police wanna bust you, niggas wanna buck you
People that use to love you
Now they saying fuck you
Lord what have I done to
Deserve all this pain
Pumpin nights in rain getting off them thangs
Taking all money, food stamps, pinky rings
And wedding bands, going strong hand to hand
I look in the mirror and ask the man
He understands watch your back
Yo, watch your back
Your next move might be your last
Motherfuckers is rotten
They plottin' on that ass you fucked up
Showed that bitch all your cash
You shouldn't of did that
Might push your wig back
Kids get kidnapped, holes in your six pack
Recognize what I'm saying dunn
Half the hood is dead and
The other half laying up
Heads up, eyes and ears open
Coke from head quarters, rest in peace
I'm zoning shit is real on the front line
Dodging bullets, stiffing, the boss shitted
Plus one time
They wanna kill a nigga over a lil bread
Fall back, call a scally get a lil head
Cuz if not, they up on that roof top
Plain clothes, nigga don't get knocked
Remember the ten commandments, Big Pop
Ain't gettin bagged
Stay the fuck from police watch your back
Choppin up still tryin to make that dough
When it's hot as fuck
Niggas don't understand the pain'll blow you
The money mold you, slow down dunn
Lemme show you
Yo, you ever sold crack to your man mother?
On the back of the block and
She cop it for the undercovers
You ever tried to hide the
Pack from your little brother?
Under the mattresses where the ratchets is
Now he's sellin crack and blastin kids
You ever called ur sister a bitch
Based out on the strip
Suckin dick to get a hit, jus a little chip
Did your eyes ever cry black tears
Cuz niggas hate you, that you knew for years
Did your right hand man ever shit on you
Did your moms house get raided and
She did a bid for you?
You ever got shot up and put in critical, yo
You ever owed a coke man
A hundred grams or two
Do you kno the outcome or
What you're dealing with
Serious repercussions, consequences
Judge slams a hammer, a life sentence
I'm a real nigga so this I must mention
Watch your back
Early in the mornin, time to make the donuts
I see my fellow niggas
Everybody wanna blow up
Go get the 40s and the Dutches, set it off
Cuz thats how we left off last night
Of course
It's a new day but the same ol' shit, word
The D's is out and they lookin to be served
The pain is hard to adjust to
Nobody trust you
So fuck it, get on your hustle
Police wanna bust you, niggas wanna buck you
People that use to love you
Now they saying fuck you
Lord what have I done to
Deserve all this pain
Pumpin nights in rain getting off them thangs
Taking all money, food stamps, pinky rings
And wedding bands, going strong hand to hand
I look in the mirror and ask the man
He understands watch your back
Yo, watch your back
Your next move might be your last
Motherfuckers is rotten
They plottin' on that ass you fucked up
Showed that bitch all your cash
You shouldn't of did that
Might push your wig back
Kids get kidnapped, holes in your six pack
Recognize what I'm saying dunn
Half the hood is dead and
The other half laying up
Heads up, eyes and ears open
Coke from head quarters, rest in peace
I'm zoning shit is real on the front line
Dodging bullets, stiffing, the boss shitted
Plus one time
They wanna kill a nigga over a lil bread
Fall back, call a scally get a lil head
Cuz if not, they up on that roof top
Plain clothes, nigga don't get knocked
Remember the ten commandments, Big Pop
Ain't gettin bagged
Stay the fuck from police watch your back