Verse 1:    On the streets doin' crimes is no joke    But you ain't get no choice when you go broke    It's either poverty or this a gun in your fist    And to survive in the streets you gotta take risks    They say you lose some you win some    But I don't lose none cause I want income    And I ain't workin' for the nickel and dime    So I say fuck that turn to crime    Tryin' to figure a way to get rich fast    Snatch a pocket book and bust the bitch ass    But yo that still ain't enough for me    I need doe so I can live comfortably    So I pulls enough stick up hold another vic up    Till I got enough to make a pick up    It started out for self with an eighth a key    My momma says street life ain't safe for me    But I ain't tryin' to hear none of that    Cause pushin' a motherfuckin' broom for the man ain't where it's at    So I set up shop on the block    Gave a knucklehead a job on the corner sellin' rock    Flip the eight six times and got a whole key    Now every nigga in town wanna roll with me    But I runs a tight shipment and won't slip    A worker fuck up a dime he gets pistol whipped    I'm in the game for all it's worth    Havin' shoot outs and bouts for clout and blocks of turf    But I ain't got no "S" on my fuckin' chest    Huh so instead I wear a bullet proof vest    A nigga tests and I'm a check the fool I'm from the old school    I take respect with a tool    Do what I gotta to survive as long as I'm alive    Cause I ain't fuckin' with no nine to five    I'm slingin' bass       Hook:    "Bass" "More bass"       Nickles, dimes, ounces keys    20, 50 100 G's (x2)       Verse 2:    Yo shit is rollin' money comin' in thick    Bitches like magnetics clingin' on my fuckin' dick    But I'm after something greater    Give me the money the power and the pussy come later    Rollin' for self with wealth on the D.L.    And now live well cause D.R.U.G. sell    Hard as stone takin' over the projects    Cashin' in multi million dollar mob checks    The don of all dons    A straight up brut quick to shoot with loot like Nicki Bonds    Last punk that tried to stop me    Went straight to the morgue motherfuck the autopsy    You know what it was a slug in his mug    But the punk niggas people told the Feds    Now they knockin' at my door (get the fuck up c'mon)    I'm butt naked in the bed with a whore    Grab my drawers ran straight for the safe    I flushed the drugs and threw the doe in the pillow case    Grabbed my nine and broke for the window       Girl:    Naw I ain't jumpin'!       Grand Daddy I.U.:    Then turn yourself in hoe    Cause I ain't goin' out like a chump    I'm three storeies high but fuck it I gots to jump    So here I come head first through the glass    Hit the ground and bust my whole fuckin' ass    Landin' hurt but still I kept runnin'    I opened the car door quick and threw the gun in    Drippin' blood from my hands and my knees    Look under the seat for the fuckin' spare keys    Cranked her up and peeled off    Leavin' a fat trail of smoke as I broke the fuck north    That's when I heard a gun blast    Took a look back and seen the coppers dead smack on my black ass    Rollin' two cars deep no time to sleep    They had the bitch I was with in the backseat    And you know the hoe tellin'    Just got humped tryin' to front with her cunt smellin'    I get vex and start to let off    Three in a row tryin' to blow the old dirty snitch head off    I caught the driver instead    And opened his head went through the glass    Car crash now they all dead    Still one car behind me    I got the doe in the back and my hand on my nine G    So I starts to unload    I put a slug in the engine and watch the whole shit explode    Now that's the end of the chase    You know where I'm headed to the motherfuckin' block slangin' bass    Motherfucker       Hook