SHO - Mississippi lyrics

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Yeah! This one goin' out to all the hustlers out there...

Runnin' that shit back and forth, handlin' their business...

Do what it takes to make it...Me and willie d about to

take a trip to mississippi on your ass...Check it out!

Mississippi here I come with three keys

My boys in the car full of fire arms

I gotta make that drop

I gotta outer-state plates so the cops are real hot

I'm off on no vacation

I'm not supposed to leave the state because I'm on probation

I need a driver but who can I trust?

Not Greyhound they got norks on the bus

I need somebody with some balls who wont slip

Because I'm payin' 900 for this big trip

Got my boys and everything's on so far

Need a fiend with a creditcard

To rip the call, gave the fiend the 8

He was sold, loaded up the ride

Now it's time to hit the road

But here comes the tough part

I got a road to Louisiana, the dopeman's graveyard

So I stopped poppin' no dopes

Roadin' through hell I can't afford to have my eyes close

Now I'm gettin' paranoid, spotted new folks

And they was comin' up real hard so I had to play it cool

Put on my seat belt and waved at them damn fools

Lifted my seat back putted on my locs

And told the driver dont stop till you get around some black folks

Back in road, I got somethin' to eat

Down me a forty and got right back in the streets

Drove for a while, now we finally here

Took me a shower, fresh clothes, now I need a bed

Made a call to make sure that the drop was right

Cause I dont transact no dope at night

I kinda thought somethin' was wrong

Cause the fool I was callin' he haven't his ass at home

But hell I let it pass

I left him message and told to get back real fast

See, my boys want some brew and some butt

After all this drivin' Sho had to bust a nut

Waxed the ass then I watched some TV, gee

I got a call around three

I set the drop off to twelve noon

I did the freak again and put her straight out of my room

Up the next morning, paid for the rooms we had

Loaded up my nine and rolled to the fool path

Got to his cribI told my boys:

"Don't kill him low! Give him the dope!

Collect my money! We gonna hit the road!"

Put the dope on the table, started countin' my money

But somethin' was wrong, I'm feelin' kinda funny

Like this clown was starvin' for time

The whole whileI had my hand on the crome-plated nine

Yeah, I think it's time for Sho to leave

I took one step and heard: "Freeze! Don't breath!"

And out of the blue comes the things my mother said:

"I be in jail! All this dope would have me dead!"

I can still see my baby mama on the floor

On her hands and knees beggin' me not to go

Had my mind on the grip

Could paid any hustler in the hood to take the trip

Didn't wanna spend that extra paper

Bein' greedy got me gaught up in this caper

Now i'm face-down for the second time

Damn! I should had followed my first mind

Because now I'm in the cell where i'm gonna die

And Mississippi they get two years for P.I.

And the judge wont set a bail

I'm gaught up in this trap, the redneck hell

It had to be a set-up, see

Because the snitch I dropped the dope to was runnin' around town free

While his bosses still stairin' me

But sits won't last

Because when I get out here I'm a bust a cap in his punk ass

And till then I gotta stair these walls

Cause my moms phone don't except collect calls

County jumpers and some slippers

I'm stucked no luck

I should known from the start it was a set-up...