Throw It on the Scale

Lyrics

[Intro: JGreen, Jackboy] New Jack City shit man Yo, man, I was sitting in that courtroom, man, when they offered me them 10 years, man Mama told me how it is, nigga, it's all bad [Chorus: JGreen] Throw it on the scale So just throw it on the scale It's a negative, positive Heaven vs. Hell Packs, they comin' in the mail Got all the dope that you could sell Least they calling on your cell Now you sitting in the cell Cause you ain't throw it on the scale You ain't throw it on the scale You ain't weigh out your negatives with your positives Now your Heaven turned into Hell No more checks coming in the mail You can't even post bail And it's two sides to every story This the one you're never gon' tell [Verse 1: Jackboy] Sniper This the ones you never gon tell She ain't loyal, fucked your dog while you was in jail (she did) All them lone nights, meditating in that cell Now you know why the bitch wasn't sending back mail Ain't have no bail Pipin' out that time Soldiers sold to the street life Now it's time to pay for your crimes Long nights on that grind Just for the shine Thought the bitch was mine She wanna fuck cause I'm in my prime Only fuck if you got them racks Only fuck if you got that bag I got that tank so she finna play like she a saint Played a circle to catch a sucker I been peepin all her lines I been seeing her true side [Chorus: JGreen] Throw it on the scale So just throw it on the scale It's a negative, positive Heaven vs. Hell Packs, they comin' in the mail Got all the dope that you could sell Least they calling on your cell Now you sitting in the cell Cause you ain't throw it on the scale You ain't throw it on the scale You ain't weigh out your negatives with your positives Now your Heaven turned into Hell No more checks coming in the mail You can't even post bail And it's two sides to every story This the one you're never gon' tell [Verse 2: JGreen] Only thing niggas care about is the money, broads and the foreign cars But tell me [?] is ballin' [?] [?] same nigga looking for god [?] [?] gun in her skirt She really [?] Young niggas do anything for money, young niggas do anything for hundreds [?] Young niggas do anything for kommas Anything to rack up the numbers The judge [?] with a number [?] [?] always remember like You was tryna get your money right 56, no a hundred nights You was skemeing all winter Just to go and get your summer right You was just [?] Steady fucking with the plug Fuck around and get him excuted, ten years feel like [?] [Chorus: JGreen] Throw it on the scale So just throw it on the scale It's a negative, positive Heaven vs. Hell Packs, they comin' in the mail Got all the dope that you could sell Least they calling on your cell Now you sitting in the cell