Scrilla - If I Could Then I Would lyrics

(*talking*) Yeah, n***a gangsta sh** See what a n***a gotta realize is That a n***a, really don't like doing what he do But fast cash, is more addictive than crack itself, you feel me [Hook] If I could then I would, stop slanging caine Cause I know, that I should But everytime I try, it's like I'm back in the hood And everytime I sleep, I dream my Lac's fill with wood I can't help it, n***a I'm a gangsta [Lil' O] All I do is gangsta sh** Go to work grab the four, spank the brick All I do is hit stangs and licks, push c**aine and whip I'm off the chain, like a dangerous pit So you know the Fat Rat, gon stuff his face Bleed the block nonstop, till I bust my safe All these rappers telling lies mayn, f** these fakes You can tell by my style, I done touched some weight Ask these boys from the Brae', I made my bread from bu*ter And I'm married to the streets, like I wed the gutter Hit I-10, with a hem and a muffler Make a n***a drop dead, if he ever say that I ain't no hustler Dear Lord, have mercy I'm a greedy motherf**er, and I'm thirsty I got the devil on my back, and he done cursed me I'm addicted to this cash and it hurts me, somebody help me [Hook: Lil' O] [Hook: Mack Biggers] [Mack Biggers] Even can't slipping on my hoochie, sleeping at fo' in the morn' Cause my dog, need four of them zones Hit the stash, lock the door and I'm gone Make way, cause Mack Biggers bout to go in the zone Knowing his own my competition, see they puzzled and lost I paid the cost baby, now I just be juggling salt Talk down you better muzzle your mouth, 'fore I run in your house And f** around, and put a gun in your mouth What are stones about, ki's and waters who can run a quick route And feed em the rock, and let em know what money's about Cause all I know is getting cash, and then flash Piss me off, I get a Mack and a mask Knock a n***a do' down, and tell that n***a put his stacks in the bag And don't flinch, my reactions are bad I'm attracted to cash, but if I could then I would throw my crack in the bag My Mack in the trash, but everytime I try it's like I couldn't have [Hook] [Hook: Scrilla] [Scrilla] It's the gangsta shooter out the gutter, way ahead of my time With the heart of a hustler, and I predator mine I spit that sh** that leaves blood in my mouth, I'm the vill' of the South Stepping on work, like a rug in your house My fans scream as I dream, of having sold out shows But I way cook paying bills, out my po' out bowl Where I'm from the dust ain't dirty, determine n***as fluff they turkey's And if you burn, n***a your trust ain't worthy What you know bout getting your mail, with a digital scale And dropping one and drowning one, or you sh**ting in jail I'm just to satisfy mo' cabbage, puffing pounds of lettuce Cause our life, is rough around the edges That's why I peep game, through the frames on the bridge of my nose I'm whipping up quick on my stove, in my slippers and robe And my last zone's gone, before I slip on my clothes If I could then I would stick my dick in a globe, f** the world [Hook: Scrilla] [Hook: Lil' O] (*talking*) I can't help it, I'm a Brae' block motherf**ing gangsta I can't help it, I'm a Southwest motherf**ing gangsta I can't help it, I'm a H-Town motherf**ing gangsta We can't help it, we some bar none motherf**ing gangstas