BLAQ POET - Watch Your Back lyrics

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It goes late night pickin up, broke day, choppin up

Still tryin to make that dough, when it's hot as fuck

Niggas don't understand the pain'll blow you

The money mold you, slow down dunn, lemme show you,

Yo, u ever sold crack to your man mother

On the back of the block and she coppin for the undercovers

U ever tried to hide the pack from your little brother

Under the mattresses where the ratchets is

Now he's sellin crack and blastin kids

U ever called your sister a bitch, based out on the strip

Suckin dick to get a hit, jus a little chip

Did your eyes ever cry black tears

Cause niggas hate u, that u knew for years

Did your right-hand man ever shit on u

Did your moms house get raided and she did a bid for u

U ever got shot up and put in critical, yo,

U ever owed a coke man a hundred grams or two

Do u kno the outcome or wut your dealin with

Serious repercussions, consequences,

Judge slams a hammer, a life sentence

I'm a real nigga so this I must mention

Watch your back

Early in the mornin, time to make the donuts

I see my fellows niggas, everybody wanna blow up

Go get the 40 and the dutches, set it off

Cause that's how we left off last night, of course

It's a new day but the same ol' shit, werd

The D's is out and they lookin to be served,

The pain is hard to adjust to, nobody trust you

So fuck it, get on your hustle

Police wanna bust you, niggas wanna buck you

People that use to love you, now they sayin fuck you

Lord what have I done to deserve all this pain

Pumpin nights in rain gettin off them thangs

Taking all money, food stamps, pinky rings

And wedding bands, goin strong hand to hand

I look in the mirror and ask the man, he understands

Watch your back

Yo, watch your back, your next move might be your last

Muthafuckers is rotten, they plottin on that ass

You fucked up, showed that bitch all your cash

U should'ntof did that, might push your wig back

Kids get kidnapped, holes in your six pack

Recognize what I'm sayin dunn,

Half the hood is dead and the other half laying up,

Heads up, eyes and ears open,

Coke from head quarters, rest in peice, I'm zoning

Shit is real on the front line

Dodgin bullets, stiffing, the boss shitted, plus one time

They wanna kill a nigga over a lil bread

Fall back, call a scally get a lil head

Cause if not, they up on that roof top,

Plain clothes, nigga don't get knocked

Remember the ten commandments, big pop

Ain't gettin bagged, stay the fuck from police

Watch your back