Junkies Can’t Get None

[Intro]l
Junkie's can't get none!
Junkie's can't get none!

Here come that junkie ass shawty nigga now!
What's up buggy mane, what ya'll up to mane?
You know whats up nigga!
Nigga what cho' mean what's up nigga?
Bitch what? You know!
What? I know what?
Where my money, that's what!
Man I don't owe ya'll niggas shit!
Man we fixin' run you ass across Hollywood now boy!
(man my pistol will be checkin' your mothafuckin' ass nigga)
Ho ass boy
Whats up then?
(Bitch!)
Whats up then?

[Verse 1]
Back in school niggas used to scrap with brass knuckles
But now they bucking them niggas down, ain't no bustas in my town
Niggas used to jack by catchin' a nigga walkin' by himself
Once he seen that brick he said "mane y'all can have the shit!"
Take your cents, go and buy some skunk, go get real drunk
By 94 we stoned and punkin' lockin' bitches in the trunk
One day I seen this young nigga whooping on this junkie nigga
He wasn't nothin' but 12 dawg, made that big ass nigga fall
I was trippin' cause this sprung nigga took his belt off
The young nigga ran behind the tree and broke out with a sawed off!
Look at them, from born and shit, they growin' up fast they damn near 8
By the time he turn 20, if he make it, he'll be in his grave
Momma's can't control they kids
God's cuttin' they time short
They don't know nothin' bout a church
They just know how to use they jaw
Every time a problem come up: "Mane lets blast dis sucka!"
Nigga's they fuck up and wind up in jail. "Goddamn!"
You ain't nothin' but a...

[Chorus]
Ghetto ass nigga from a ghetto
Back in the, back in the days nigga's think you could scrap
Fools get beat down!
Fools get beat down!
Junkie's can't...
Junkie's can't get none! Junkie's can't get none!

[Verse 2]
Rollin' smoking on some hay
I was so damn blaked out
I hit this nigga ride by mistake
So now he's jumpin' out
Like he wanna swing at me
So I smacked the shit out of him
Even though I'm strapped mane, Id just rather whoop him down. (whats up lil boy)
So I took the clip out, I gripped my thang and smacked him in his mouth
Then we deeper than an ocean, all my road dawg's jumpin out
Knottin' up dat boy's cranium
The people crowded in the street
I knew he was a bitch when he said: "Some body call the police! Please!"
We all jumped back up in the ride
I crunk my shit and hit the gas
Swag mad, it's ya bitch
Knowin' we ballin' these bogies pass
A busta nigga would of squashed the shit by shootin' him in the face
I prefer to bust his skull and that way I won't catch a case
Nigga's got to realize the crooked come in every way
The judge know the lawyer and the lawyer gunna keep him paid
Ninety percent of black people (who me?)
Got a public defender
Once you locked up in that junt you'll hang (SWING!)
You ain't nothin' but a...

[Chorus]