Sicc Dogg   Street Life   This is for all my motherfucking ballers   Money clockers and them      [Chorus]   Got my khakis all creased up   Me and my homies all sleeped up   Keep my pockets all greased up   Chips and the money clip all day   Hood banging through this rap shit to get paid      I'm all about money, rapping, and smoking weed up   And this family, believe we all sleaved up   Creep up like an army ready for war   We can smoke a whole crowd like crime, searching for more   Never enough, life is tough in the ghetto   Either you're balling or you're trying to get your case settled   Nothing petty, getting feri on the daily   Can't risk it for bullshit, I gotta feed my baby   Shady motherfuckers, I keep them at a distance   I got your heart pumping like a piston, listen   You got it twisted thinking I'm a broke man   A young stupid motherfucker with no plans   No brands, no loaded weapon in my hand   Taking shit from me? No chance   You slow dance with the devil   'cause I've worked too damn hard to get to this level      [Chorus x2]      If you don't have dough for Mr. Shadow   Then what you here for, there's the door, you gotta go   Responsible for every move like a chess game   Your next step gives or takes away your next aim   Fast pay is the way I live   Never had to clock in 219 to 56   When shit gets harder you gotta get stronger   They say we got a long life, homey make it longer   Watch who you talk to, money talks when it wants to   Makes the world spin like it has to   Don't let me catch you dipping in my cookie jar   I can tell who the G's and the rookies are   The way we ball is paranormal   Jotos envy us, they want photos   Can't see gangsters doing a ride   Want us working like a slave or doing some time   Fuck them all       [Chorus]      Pit bossing, Sicc Dogging, clocking, stacking dollars   Back handing, smacking all you wanna be shot callers   You ain't ballers you're stallers   But when you're ready to do big things go ahead and call us   Better involve us or else you're gonna face problems   Two feet away from you the shape of revolvers   And if you try to make moves I'ma hear of it   Too damn good at bossing, made a career of it   So stand clear of it, or get rushed with it   You talk about it motherfucker, I live it      [Chorus x2]