Throw It on the Scale

[Intro: JGreen, Jackboy]
New Jack City shit man
Yo, man, I was sitting in that courtroom, man, when they offered me them 10 years, man
Mama told me how it is, nigga, it's all bad

[Chorus: JGreen]
Throw it on the scale
So just throw it on the scale
It's a negative, positive
Heaven vs. Hell
Packs, they comin' in the mail
Got all the dope that you could sell
Least they calling on your cell
Now you sitting in the cell
Cause you ain't throw it on the scale
You ain't throw it on the scale
You ain't weigh out your negatives with your positives
Now your Heaven turned into Hell
No more checks coming in the mail
You can't even post bail
And it's two sides to every story
This the one you're never gon' tell

[Verse 1: Jackboy]
Sniper
This the ones you never gon tell
She ain't loyal, fucked your dog while you was in jail (she did)
All them lone nights, meditating in that cell
Now you know why the bitch wasn't sending back mail
Ain't have no bail
Pipin' out that time
Soldiers sold to the street life
Now it's time to pay for your crimes
Long nights on that grind
Just for the shine
Thought the bitch was mine
She wanna fuck cause I'm in my prime
Only fuck if you got them racks
Only fuck if you got that bag
I got that tank so she finna play like she a saint
Played a circle to catch a sucker
I been peepin all her lines
I been seeing her true side

[Chorus: JGreen]
Throw it on the scale
So just throw it on the scale
It's a negative, positive
Heaven vs. Hell
Packs, they comin' in the mail
Got all the dope that you could sell
Least they calling on your cell
Now you sitting in the cell
Cause you ain't throw it on the scale
You ain't throw it on the scale
You ain't weigh out your negatives with your positives
Now your Heaven turned into Hell
No more checks coming in the mail
You can't even post bail
And it's two sides to every story
This the one you're never gon' tell

[Verse 2: JGreen]
Only thing niggas care about is the money, broads and the foreign cars
But tell me [?] is ballin'
[?]
[?] same nigga looking for god [?]
[?] gun in her skirt
She really [?]
Young niggas do anything for money, young niggas do anything for hundreds
[?]
Young niggas do anything for kommas
Anything to rack up the numbers
The judge [?] with a number
[?]
[?] always remember like
You was tryna get your money right
56, no a hundred nights
You was skemeing all winter
Just to go and get your summer right
You was just [?]
Steady fucking with the plug
Fuck around and get him excuted, ten years feel like [?]

[Chorus: JGreen]
Throw it on the scale
So just throw it on the scale
It's a negative, positive
Heaven vs. Hell
Packs, they comin' in the mail
Got all the dope that you could sell
Least they calling on your cell
Now you sitting in the cell