Joell Ortiz - Ill Street Blues Freestyle lyrics
[Joell Ortiz - Ill Street Blues Freestyle lyrics]
I'm right in front of my projects
Thinkin' of a plan on how to get this gwap
See my pockets be in the sand
I'm callin' papi, he got me
Prolly drop me 100 grams for starters
Time to turn into a barber
Shave the crack up
12 12 regulars, get packed up
The fiends is gonna be buggin' when
They see the size of mine
I'm finna stack up
Biggest misconception of this hustle is
That you gotta stretch
You bag more, but I flip
Like a million times
You dudes ain't finished yet?
I gotta keep the fiends happy so they
Tell a friend that tells a friend
Before you know it, they chipped in
Bought Joell a Benz
That's where the sellin' ends
Get yourself a strip, a
Couple hungry youngins
Move onions and once you get a brick
Man, you got the hustle in
The palm of your hand you bag up like half
The other half you add on points to the gram
Supply scrams
You got a plan that was just like yours
You doin' it son, now where's your gun (why?)
Cause some kids quite poor they eyein' you
From afar like they just might score
Matter of fact I'm buggin'
What you think that dudes get right for?
C'mon, use your head, spend that
Bread, keep 'em fed, they'll become your led
You'll never have any problems
Puttin' crumbs to bed
Oh yeah, never name your clique
Let's stay away from Feds
The minute you try to organize they'll try
To listen in on what you said
And you don't want the kind
Of numbers they be givin'
Some dudes literally live in prison
Better not touch that television
Niggas is in the best condition
That they ever been
I mean, scrap if you gotta
Scrap, but listen homes, nine out of ten
You lose!
Thinkin' of a plan on how to get this gwap
See my pockets be in the sand
I'm callin' papi, he got me
Prolly drop me 100 grams for starters
Time to turn into a barber
Shave the crack up
12 12 regulars, get packed up
The fiends is gonna be buggin' when
They see the size of mine
I'm finna stack up
Biggest misconception of this hustle is
That you gotta stretch
You bag more, but I flip
Like a million times
You dudes ain't finished yet?
I gotta keep the fiends happy so they
Tell a friend that tells a friend
Before you know it, they chipped in
Bought Joell a Benz
That's where the sellin' ends
Get yourself a strip, a
Couple hungry youngins
Move onions and once you get a brick
Man, you got the hustle in
The palm of your hand you bag up like half
The other half you add on points to the gram
Supply scrams
You got a plan that was just like yours
You doin' it son, now where's your gun (why?)
Cause some kids quite poor they eyein' you
From afar like they just might score
Matter of fact I'm buggin'
What you think that dudes get right for?
C'mon, use your head, spend that
Bread, keep 'em fed, they'll become your led
You'll never have any problems
Puttin' crumbs to bed
Oh yeah, never name your clique
Let's stay away from Feds
The minute you try to organize they'll try
To listen in on what you said
And you don't want the kind
Of numbers they be givin'
Some dudes literally live in prison
Better not touch that television
Niggas is in the best condition
That they ever been
I mean, scrap if you gotta
Scrap, but listen homes, nine out of ten
You lose!