Halloween

Lyrics

[Hook x2] I beat the charge, now I'm back up on the rocks nigga I swear for god I'm 'bout to motherfucking rob nigga I let that Calico ra-ta-tat for the money flow Pulling niggas cards, taking niggas dope, breaking niggas hoes [Verse 1] I got a letter in the mail, it's my brother up in jail In the back it's Kroger sales, in the middle doctor bills If I pay him I'll be broke, I got costs up in court I've got house rent and car notes, I'm gon' have to sell some dope If I don't then man I lose, number one in ghetto rules I'm about to act a fool, though I'm tryin' to keep my cool Kids in school so I think I'm gon' have to rob a bank Meditation of a stang, I'm about to bring the pain On the walls the plans I drew, plotted, bald 'em up, pursued 'em I don't really want to do it, but to mell it's nothing to it If they move then bitch they dead, 'cause I'm scoping with that red Children please don't get mislead, 'cause we fucking with the feds Yet it all started from scratching, mixing boards to gangsta rapping Then to pistol packing, s-izz-atanic, psychopathic, k-izz-idnapping Guilty your honor no, I didn't mean to cut her throat Fucking trials and tribulations when a nigga trying to come up in this hoe [Hook x2] I beat the charge, now I'm back up on the rocks nigga I swear for god I'm 'bout to motherfucking rob nigga I let that Calico ra-ta-tat for the money flow Pulling niggas cards, taking niggas dope, breaking niggas hoes [Koopsta talking] [Verse 2] Out in the cold, gots no home, no place to call my own What type of friend gonna tell me "hear, don't come no more"? Go get to loading up my ammo 'cause I'm under stress Fresh with no patience for no job, so nigga pack your vest Raise up off this pit 'fore I click and you'll be fucked with 10 in Memphis, it's a curfew, guess who's runnin' shit I want them ends, dividends, don't make me stress the fact Crack dealers, shot callers, big ballers, watch your back Rat-tat-tat, let that gat up out that window Pay the cost, drop it off, don't make a move hoe Though I'm thinking to myself "this is a deadly sin" Yet he moved an inch, gon' have to do his funky ass in I want them riches, fuck them bitches, trying to get a fucking Bentley Fuck you niggas acting silly, shit, you'll get sprayed Don't need no fuckin' charge partner just to get me paid Fuck a premeditate, make them bitches spread in twelve ways [Hook x2] I beat the charge, now I'm back up on the rocks nigga I swear for god I'm 'bout to motherfucking rob nigga I let that Calico ra-ta-tat for the money flow Pulling niggas cards, taking niggas dope, breaking niggas hoes [Outro: Koopsta Knicca sample] The Koopsta Knicca's a cap peeler