Gang Starr Werdz from the Ghetto Child lyrics

Aiyyo, I got the dimes that I get, I got the dimes that I bring
Yo, yo yo
Yo Preem', what's good?
What's good man, you still fuckin' with that shit, son?
Yo, don't even come at me with that bullshit, man, whassup?

I'm sayin', man, you said you was gonna leave this shit alone
You still on that bullshit, nigga
Son, son, I'll leave it alone
When you come and get ready with this music B, what the fuck?
I'm sayin', man, who the fuck you think you are man?

Yo, yo
Yo, gangsta, gangsta, O.G. is what you call me
It's like my life is like a never-endin' drug story
Make coke, expand, yo, you know who I am
Death percentages rises in the hood like grams
Who done it and ran, who blammed on my fam'?

Out the window every night, deadly intentions, man

Cocked back and ready to fire, hit man for hire
And fuck politicians, nothin' but liars
As I build my cream with self esteem
But drink the water from the streams of gangsta lean
To keep food on my plate, stick a mac to your face
So I never have to fall off, so you can never underrate

Force pressure is the techniques of real men
So when you slam the doors, we still get in
It's like demons when, what you fight that you can't see'll
Come out your buildin' and get shot drastically
The way of the world, niggaz fiendin' to pull it
You either bite the dust or just dodge that bullet