U Don't Wanna Be Broke - Bad Azz

Check it, brrrrrow!

That was personal!

It’s real with this

I came here right now to put a little hope in the hearts,

and the minds of those have-nots

You don’t wanna be broke, you wanna be rich and famous

(Bad Azz is a fool)

well why would you go where everybody knows what your name is

(Bad Azz is a fool)

I’m a product of the block

selling crumbs off this fifty dollar rock

and my house is the dope spot

on the couch with the door locked

Shorty K’s on the phone, Lil J’s on the floor

the Jeffersons on the tube somebody knockin at my door

who is it?

I aint expectin no visit

so shady, I answer the door with the 380

cuz lately, haters been pushing my buttons

frontin niggas get nothin

it’s like all of the sudden

everybody’s want a Bentley

everybody got a rap

everybody done been in a gang or sold a little crack

How’s that?

for history on Unsolved Mysteries

you niggas wanna holla at Bad, you can get with me in traffic I’m a hood-type nigga made good

I’m the chronic wit it, stress weed tastes like wood

and you should, recognize life is more important

every second that goes by, it’s only getting shorter

we order death at the burger stand

murder stands closer to love than hate, wait

drugs are more abundant than fate

and there some places about as safe as being nowhere

close to your gun out in Kosovo

run on feet from the cops,

with the lights from the chopper on your back

ditch the strap, with the other hand throw the sack

if they catch me without the gun they gon’stretch me fuck a six, I’d rather deal with God and repent

and on this one way street of life that ends in the middle

there’s a little time left, let’s hit the liquor store and get some liqour nigga

drink away the drama before it leads us astray

wake up drunk and do the same thing the very next day

and aye aye

if I cane I aint got enough money honey

real sunny days make me horny, do you want me to spend a little money on your panties and a movie and some candy with some

doobie and some brandy, and he took her to the hotel

to whoop her and let her throw tail

all around the room, and check out about noon

to zoom zoom

and I smashed off

just to drop the ass off

and turn the beat up, and speed up cuz this the type of shit that niggas thrash on You don’t wanna be broke, you wanna be rich and famous

(Bad Azz is a fool)

well why would you go, where everybody knows what your name

(Bad Azz is a fool)

I can see you don’t know, exactly what the game is

(Bad Azz is a fool)

I’m just trying to give you hope, that’s exactly what my aim is

(Bad Azz is a fool)

In this forsaken life of sin

they got a cell for you waiting at the pen

your homies is there, that aint never coming back again

it’s silly murders in the dope game

robbed and executed over cocaine

from Little Rock on back up to Spokane

and L.A.'s the same thang

the same place the kids play they gang bang

they bang bang and shoot em up and who the fuck!

got heart enough to talk to a pistol

blow the whistle on your life

it’s like craps on the dice

bustin’caps on a bike

flee speedin down an alley

thinking 'Damn!

It’s somethin bout Cali'

It’s water or the Cavi

naw maybe it’s the bitches and the sunshine

fool it’s the palm trees, cool breeze and one time

This the home of ragtops and swimsuits

we wear Chuck Taylors, nigga we don’t fuck with Timb boots

We 2pac wit it (what)