Jon Murdock, Ricky Fitz, Lex Starwind - Hardly Safe lyrics

Come on man, open this fucking safe
Why you doing this, man?
Fuck all that, shut up, shut the fuck up
Asking me why this and why that
You think I'm playing? You
Think I'm playing!?
Open that fucking safe, man! Look at me
(yeah, imagine that shit, imagine that
Check it) look at me, I said look at me!
(Yo, yo)

I won't open the safe, I got a open case
Still open your face
The only way I'm opening this is
If you roll with the Jakes
Fuck guns you need badges, fuck that
You need a battering ram
Just to break down the hinges
I been broke as fuck
I been holding blunts, walking
Down the street, just hoping my luck
Would change any day
But remain to stay the same
Nine to five won't work
So you stressed to play the game
So I play that game
Coming up to get the most of it
And that right there would change
Friends to be associates
Snake eyes appear and you the
Talk of the town ‘Cause you got a whip now
And ain't walkin' around
They hawkin' you down
Thinking about sparkin' around
Walk with a frown
How you the total opposites now
It's always the closest ones that set you up
Ain't stressing nothing, look
I wish y'all the best of luck
Jon Murdock well protected
Keep myself guarded
Run solo dolo, low key I armed with
Eyes in the back of my head, I keep dodgin'
‘Cause you'll never know when you'll
Be the next target

Scapegoat, slave boats, Federal Reserve
Slick mouth faggot, your word
Them herbs on the hill, hundred dollar bills
All targets snatched and dragged
Get tagged by the marksman
Cats move awkward, caution where snakes walk
Keep a ox tucked
Ready for beef like steak sauce
Keep 'em thinking weight off
‘cause they switched the game
Niggas get rise for they shine
So they switch they chain
You could talk that, let that slip
Let that slide they find out
Them niggas waiting right outside
With they nines out
Right? And they ready to move
Ready to kidnap your son
From elementary school it's elementary fool
You gotta stack on the low
'Fore you get trapped for
Your dough, duct tape, wrapped on the flo'
Spot rush, Glock bust, door kicked
Four fifth please, don't make me force it
Know you got some more shit

Yo, my team be in another
League in Philly we the
You soil beneath the concrete I walk on
Chucks on the sidewalk, where guns popped off
A kid dropped off from school early
8 AM and got caught with a
Slug to his face that ended his days
As he once knew
Peep the news that cops got too
Cat's in custody
But never know the whole story
Of what went down on this
Cold day in North Philly
Rest in peace'd by him
Almost thought I'd have to bury
But tragically he survived that
Three hundred milligrams of smack
Running through his
Veins purposefully to ease the pain
Same pain turn a rich
College man to neglected
So he straight smoking base in the attic
Anything he ever wanted, he had it
But all he wanted was a touch of love
From his old man and couldn't grab it
Same pain made me pick up a mic
Rip it on sight then slide with a dope white
Chick that suck nice
Same pain made me run in your crib
Gun to your wiz
To open up the safe or I'm blowing your kids

You think I'm fucking playing, open the safe!
Now next time, I ain't gon' miss, alright?
There ain't even no money in this safe, man
There ain't shit
I got a hundred grand at the crib
This nigga playing games
"Ain't no money in the safe"
Get up man, get up man!