Marcolen Hayes - Wise Guy lyrics

In this dirty game keep your head
Nigga we don't feel the pain
Get your weight up realize money over fame
Dollar bill dollar bill I need my change
In this dirty game keep your head
Nigga we don't feel the pain
Get your weight up realize money over fame
Dollar bill dollar bill I need my change

Everyday s a different dollar we
May not see tomorrow
How you steady in some beef but
Your guns you have to borrow
All about my presidents minus
The jimmy carters cause when the Feds run up
We telling them niggas nada
Just like QBs finest been
Spitting since Ochie Wally
So when you see a young
G better approach em proper
Been a wise guy 45 next to the pasta
Where we bow our heads dinner
Table full of them mobsters
Remember the first time laid my
Eyes on a single blocka
My cousin from up north was
Like this that speaker knocker
Taste of the bass got the
Brokest niggas living larger
Don't get ahead of yourself
For a early departure
The day you think you ain't slipping
That's when them niggas caught ya
For all the reason s in the world weed
White women and water
All my people in the jungle
Nigga dying of thirst
So when you hear about Hazey
Baby I'm supplying it first

In this dirty game keep your head
Nigga we don't feel the pain
Get your weight up realize money over fame
Dollar bill dollar bill I need my change
In this dirty game keep your head
Nigga we don't feel the pain
Get your weight up realize money over fame
Dollar bill dollar bill I need my change

Niggas want to move these mountains
Counting bands by the thousand
Get out they mama crib and
Stay away from public housing
Spit that hot shit sip the
Youth out of the fountain
Make a couple flips whatever ya
Eyes see the amount is
Errbody wants to be the bad guy
I say the bad guy
Shorties drinking fortys in the
Gutta he was baptized
Booming all these goods made his
Money off the crack high
Living out his dreams at least his
Dreams he didn't downsize everybody
Wants to be the wise guy I say the wise guy
Frank white I love the dough my
Nigga he got to get fly
Keep it g code is how
Everyday he's gon live by
Never depend on people that's how
You get off on mistrial
Hit a couple liqs while he
Was heading down midtown
Meet with a Murda mami bet that
Pusey he gon kill now
Every stroke she throw it back she
Gona make him feel now
Left his gun in her dresser them boys
Run up told him get down

In this dirty game keep your head
Nigga we don't feel the pain
Get your weight up realize money over fame
Dollar bill dollar bill I need my change
In this dirty game keep your head
Nigga we don't feel the pain
Get your weight up realize money over fame
Dollar bill dollar bill I need my change