~Static~ "Quik you're not a gangster we're not" ~Static~      Some beleive in love and some beleive in friends   But niggaz like me beleive in making ends   Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around   You know the moneys got you safe and sound      Now i'm bout to take it back to 84,when I was 14   Kickin back in the trees   Westside if you please   And 436 west spruce was the spot   With me Wayne, Mike, Shot, Nookie, Slug, and Rock,   Donzelly if ya with me than let that shit kick   If your head aint spinning from dippin all them sticks   Cause way back in the day they used love a wet baggie   Screaming "HORALE ESE" with them laces on a caddy   And you could'nt deny   A hit from that buddah tye   Going round and round the driveway   Now it's coming my way   And i'm zoned out at a young age   And the whole spruce street was my stage   Peep now back then I was in the 8th grade steady   But niggaz my age was getting paid already   Yeah like that nigga Zam or even young Blue   They made they first million by the age of 22   Like Dan from Cedar block him and little Motor   James from Piru street with them boulders   Rest in peace little Noopy he did'nt have to brag   Rollin to the 10 grade in a fint 0 rag   Well Goddamn how can I be down?   I ask my sister Jack for some help and she told me look around.   Nigga they don't sell dope it sells itself   While they kickback and just collect the wealth   And now i'm thinking ain't nothing fly about these dirty ass khakis   T-shirt dingy, prowings tackie   This could be a way to flip that little funky twenty dollars that I earned   Right then is when I learned that      (chorus)   Some believe in Jesus   some believe in Allah   But niggaz like me believe im making dollars   Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue   You know the money's still good to you      Yes Yes      Some believe in love and some believe in friends   But niggaz like me believe in making ends   Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around   You know the moneys got you safe and sound      Peep I gets a dub on the 1st and 15th for a fact   So instead of spending it up I gave my money to Jack   Now she jump in the regal and said i'll be right back   When she came in she put me down with a plastic sack   I turned my 40 into 80 and that was my profit   I'm keepin my rocks in the house and not in my pocket   Sister Jackie in the kitchen with some boiling water, baking soda,   Fresh powder, baby bottles, making more boulders   Checking a fat grip slanging rocks to tricks   Donzelly dippin sticks went and bought um a 6   And 500 block peach running thangs ya see   Moving gallon after gallon and key after key   I'm telling you I done seen it all   From niggaz hitting the sherman and the passout on the wall   From cluckers wanting a hit so bad they let there panies fall   Teeth rotten hair gone,   and whole checks get blown   But then i'm still breaking these pebbles like bam bam   Saved them, splitting rocks,   to the um tic toc   I went from wearing khakis to Sergio Teccini   While my rocks is disappearing like the great Whodini   I bought a gang of clothes, all of my equiptment   And getting somthing new with each and every shipment   Money gets made and money gets spent   and how these jealous niggaz acting only makes it evident that      (chorus)   Some believe in Jesus   some believe in Allah   But niggaz like me believe im making dollars   Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue   You know the money's still good to you      Yes Yes      Some believe in love and some believe in friends   But niggaz like me believe in making ends   Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around   You know the moneys got you safe and sound      Check now in 1988 I moved away to L.A.   My niggaz Playa Ham and Gina gave me a place to stay   On my way up from bottom rock   Bitches starting to jock   Cause my hair is getting longer   And games getting stronger   To pull my on weight I went and got me a job   But by then Ham and Gina really started to squab   About weather I should go or stay   She told him either he goes or you go we both was on our way   So he moved and took me with him on 2001 Browning,   clowning with playas all around me just astounding   My nigga pimpin Carl got staring with that hair an   Rolling up and down the street in that rag 7 with Darren   Shaby blue feathered as he swerved   In the El Co p-6 park away from the curve   Big Jam L.A Mike, Darryl, Nicki on the bike   That nigga Top, Big Shane, and Tweed rolling up the weed   And hoes just come and go in and out   Revolving door leaving with some nut in they mouth   I'm making a living of pimpin so you fools can't trip   Cause even though I love God I also love my grip      (chorus)   Some believe in Jesus   some believe in Allah   But niggaz like me believe im making dollars   Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue   You know the money's still good to you      Yes Yes      Some believe in love and some believe in friends   But niggaz like me believe in making ends   Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around   You know the moneys got you safe and sound      (talk box)      oooooooooooooo,ooooooooooooooooooo yeah   safe and sound yeah   safe and sound baby   ooooooooooooooo,ooooooooooooooooooo yeah   safe and sound yeah   safe and sound   gotta let you knoooooow   gotta let you knoooooow   gotta let you knoooooow   Comptons in the house