Mannie Fresh - Da Dopeman lyrics

[Intro] Look at this little n***a, man Ay T.I. is that really you man? Yeah shawty, what's happenin'? Ay man can you give me a ride home, man? Man, it's 2:30 in the muthaf**in' mornin', what the f** you doin' out here? Out here trappin' tryna get rid of this bomb and purp, man Man you can come with me on one condition What's that bruh? Let me convince you to put that bomb down I knew it T.I What? You wasn't really on that dope boy sh** I tell you what shawty, get in man I'll show you how to tote that tool Make that double Better be cool, you don't want no trouble Keep it leanin' to the left My gat stay co*ked I'm always super clean when you see me on the block Keep my money in a knot with a rubberband on it Blow to marijuana, know I got it if you want it See me standin' on the corner, slangin' that crack You know how it is to be the man in trap [Hook] I'm the dopeman n***a the dopeman n***a the dope the dope dope the dopeman n***a I'm the dopeman n***a the dopeman n***a the dope the dopeman the dopeman n***a I'm the dopeman n***a the dopeman n***a the dope the dope dope the dopeman n***a I'm the dopeman n***a the dopeman n***a (From a ki' to a G, it's all about money) [Verse 1] Look, bet all you see is tats, money, grills, and chains But if you scratch the surface you can feel the pain Names change but the situation still the same The bills need payin' n***a simple and plain Take a young'n who's aspirin' to get him some change Won't nobody hire him so he get in the game Went and bought a 50 slab, divide it up into ten Sold 'em all, double down, did it again By then you got enough to buy a quarter ounce You sellin' dimes to forty fiends buy it and bounce Throw some money to your momma keep some food in the house Cop the outfit and the Jordans on the day they came out Betta get ya self a pistol know the jackers is out Flip another seven grams, oh you hustlin' now Time to get yourself a half, make sure it's some gla** A hundred bags sell it fast stack a G now you officially [Hook] (I betcha think you pretty good at it now, huh?) [Verse 2] Now once you flipped a couple o's know the game get gravy Take twelve fifty go git ya two and a baby Yeah sixty three grams if you whip that right You should get back five or six that night Stack that money and repeat that twice Buy you somethin' to ride in, ya gotta be tight Next time you buy somethin' take twenty-five hundred Get four and a half it come back in nine don't it Now stay low key when the money keep comin' Keep some n***as on ya team to show these s**as they don't want it By then your connect will clearly see you on ya grind sh** you come to get a nine and he front you what you buyin' As long as you bring back your money on time And if you snort blow, do it on your own time At this rate you'll be at a brick in no time They say the want some weight, tell them n***as stand in line [Hook] (Stay with me now shawty, here comes the fun part) [Verse 3] Now the robbers plottin' on ya and your name stay buzzin' You caught a sale case down in Macon with your cousin Your connect ain't worried, you and him cool He know you'll never tell what you and him do A mob of a hundred just a few of them true You heard a worker snictchin' on you and it's true Everybody know you sell that sh** The feds come and get ya, sh** we heard you Tote that tool, make that double Better be cool, you don't want no trouble Keep it leanin' to the left, my gat stay co*ked I'm always super clean when you see me on the block Keep my money in a knot with a rubberband on it Blow that marijuana know I got it if you want it See me standin' on the corner slangin' that crack You know how it is to be the man in trap I'll show you how to be a [Hook] (between "da dopeman, n***a"s:) The feds is the: George Bush just a: Say goodbye to the: Hey shorty, real talk: I'mma tell it like it is, ya dig? Them other cats give you half of it cause they don' known no better I'mma give you the whole story though. This sh** a dead end street, partner. Take it from a n***a who been there. It ain't but a few of us who make it up out this sh**, man, and live to tell about it, you know what I'm sayin', from the free world. But sh**. The choice is yours, though, homie. Just don't say I ain' tell you. Once they get yo a** behind them walls talkin bout how many folk they got tellin on ya, your a**'ll believe somethin' then. If you out ta make a million dollars in the game I betcha you get a hundred years...