[Intro]
Madlib!
Work it...
[Verse 1]
Crack, E, powder, weed...
No matter what it is, they got what you need
Young cats serving bags from ten speeds
I guess money does grow on trees
Kush, ghanz, 'dro, and regs
Drop a few crumbs for the hoes that beg
You better learn the game, know the ledge
Dudes ’round here put holes in heads ("Fuck you lookin' at?!?")
You got cash to blow?
Dog got ziplock bags of snow (Uh-huh)
And those that keep E work is swoll
She can pop them hoes like birth control
The whole game's buy-and-sell
Keeping clientele high as hell
Some dudes jump in – try and fail
Get lockеd up and tell
[Chorus]
(All the hustlas!) Let mе see your footwork
Them young boys ’round the corner got purp
Right next door where homie got murked
When he met dude to cop and got jerked
Let me see your footwork
Don't go down the street, they got dirt
Right next door where the girl got murked (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When she ain't do old boy, he got hurt
[Verse 2]
Shrooms, cigs, meth, and hash
Whatever's gon' get that extra cash
A1 product in sandwich bags (Right)
Plate so fat they can't be mad
Rain, hail, snow, or sun
The whole neighborhood got the 4-1-1 (Hustle!)
But if you snitch they'll bust the guns (Blaow!)
Stomp on your face and bust ya gums (Snitch)
You better ask around,
Them drug boys sewed up half the town
Fearless, and there's no backing down (Nope)
The whole crew’s packing pounds (Blap!)
Ones that you smoke, and ones that smoke you (Uh huh)
And everyone knows who you should go to (Uh huh)
But you need someone to go through
Don’t knock if they don't know you (Uhn-uh)
[Chorus]
Let me see your footwork
Them young boys around the corner got purp
Right next door where homie got murked
When he met dude to cop and got jerked
Let me see your footwork
Don’t go down the street, they got dirt
Right next door where the girl got murked (Yeah!)
When she ain't do old boy, he got hurt
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