Slump

[Backbone] From front to back street, listen, we on a mission to get right, workin street corner in the midnight Picture the scene, these fiends with fire Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that I'm wit whateva like Wheatstraw Stuck servin my cocaine raw Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump back Twenty over now that's mo' money to get Slick, we fin' to LICK on this corner without gettin caught But time, keep a sleepin and money gettin short Plus that crooked cop Brock think we blow slangin (fuck him) That why he ride through the hole with the do' swangin But I make moves -- shake them tricks up out they shoestrings Be more precise when we do things Cause life like shakin the dice, but I buck back twice like five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay