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Obie Trice - Dope, Jobs, Homeless lyrics

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Dope, Jobs, Homeless by Obie Trice


sh*tted on, ran from it (I did it all)
I sold dope, watch fiends crave
for rock
Watch 'em watching me put the stash in my sock (Hey! Yo!
Yo!)
Walkie-talk to niggas from the corner when the Feds 'bout to
enter
Pumped up blocks some of the winter
Kerosene heaters by feet, takin
tops off just so a nigga can eat lunchmeat
Four days no Z's, from the first
to the third
End of the month to excited to get sleep, I bagged up
2's
Aggravated by picky motherf**kers who don't know which rock to choose
(Picky man)
Took outta town trips, two seconds in a son of a b**ch
NARCs
run in talking sh*t (who dis?)
I know about dope, lost my man Lou to the
coke
Pumping over there off of DeSoto
Any nigga who don't know about
this
I hit ya with the Iron Mike quote "That's Ludicrous"
sh*ttin in the
tub, p**sing in the tub, Hepititis B inflicted in a thug
I know about that
sh*t right there
Hey yo, I know about that sh*t right there
Hey yo,
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all
Y'all niggas can't tell me sh*t
Dope,
Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Who the f**k goin' to tell me sh*t?
Dope, Jobs,
Homeless...
I don't had jobs black
Boss man yelling at the top of his
lungs about a f**kin Fat Burger!
We damn near fired, restaurant manager who
can't manage sh*t
Stressed out retired, I'm talking about blacks
You work
all week for Boo, and one day your man Boo just collapse
Bricks, houses,
cars
A b**ch who drops her drawls for a nigger who can really floss
Five
twenty five can make your mouth leak and on top of that sh*t
You get a check
every week
You work a week in the hole, with thirty motherf**kers on pay
roll
You work when they want you to
Equal opportunity? Nigga right,
suburban community check stubs always hella tight
My sh*t looking like
this
I got a b**ch a baby and I need a place to p**s
p**sed off at check
time cuz I was skipped
That's when obie trice start cockin' back his sh*t
(f**k this)
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Y'all niggas can't tell
me sh*t
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Who the f**k gonna tell me
sh*t
I done been homeless, no place to sleep
Moms don't wanna hear it
no place to eat
Pass out on my mans couch just for a week
Till he get fed
up and kick a nigga to the street (Get the f**k outta here, dogg!)
Black out
from cold, freezin' my toes
Snow f**kin over my boots, my Tims froze
Face
turnin blue, cars ridin by with the little children
on the inside pointin at
you (mommy look at that man)
f**ked over folks, and they don't wanna see
ya
Baby momma gotta new nigga with a Visa
Sleepin in cars, abandoned
sh*t
While the rats eat the wires you be prayin and sh*t (Please, Lord,
please!)
Close to pneumonia
Wishin for heat, like damn if only I came up
in California
Plottin on a (?), like stickin your mans
Damn, you know he
got at least a grand in his pants
Face lookin old, despite the fact your only
20 years old
Stuck in the cold
Snot drippin profusely
Taking the alley
route so my ex-cutie wouldn't notice me
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it
all
Who the f**k goin' to tell me sh*t
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it
all
Y'all niggas can't tell me sh*t
Hey yo, Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it
all
Who the f**k gonna tell me sh*t?
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it
all
Motherf**ker, I don't did it all
Yeah! sh*t is real out there,
yeah
Nap Entertainment, 2000
f**k nigga


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