48
Crack fucked up the world
And I wonder if they realized the damage
I mean, they come from an era who made a lotta money off that shi'
And I wonder if it fucked with they conscience
Fucked with me bein' out there, I couldn't stand it
I couldn't stand seein' people fuckin' theyselves up like that on the shit
And that's where the money came from
48, 48, 48 states I get it in (nigga)
48, 48, 48 states I get it in (nigga)
They call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
If you really need some blow, I can get it for the low, nigga
48, 48, 48 states I get it in (nigga)
48, 48, 48 states I get it in (nigga)
They call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
If you really need some blow, I can get it for the low, nigga
Shit's gettin' warmer, on that corner
Gotta watch out for 'em 5–0 foreigners, your mother's a goner
I warned you before you supersized my fries with that dollar
You got a daughter, shit's gettin' harder
The only thing you wanna bunk her was your freedom
You can't afford to get caught up but you in too deep
And the seashore ain't saw ya, you got a mother, she don't support you
But you bought her a new house 'cause you love her
Growin' up, you barely had a roof
Now you got a coupe and it doesn't have a roof
I guess you're accustomed what you're used to
So you bought two, nigga, they comin' for you, nigga
Niggas be hatin', I'm doin' 'em bitches
Like Susan and Karen, be doin' your pockets
And runnin' the man, and he's losin' his fuckin' mind
And it's all an illusion, who was alludin' all of this potent?
I am the reason your family is usin' and shootin' up
It's my fault, you can blame me, motherfucker
For killin' your aunties and uncles, the hustle and hunger
All I wanted was a cheeseburger, and a little chain, tucked
Didn't realize this game fucked, up some lives, oh, how's mine?
My conscience eats it up all the time but
48, 48, 48 states I get it in (other than that, I'm fine, I got a little money in my pocket)
48, 48, 48 states I get it in (nigga)
They call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
If you really need some blow, I can get it for the low, nigga
48, 48, 48 states I get it in (nigga)
48, 48, 48 states I get it in (nigga)
They call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
If you really need some blow, I can get it for the low
Nigga, we broke as fuck, homie got a chop shop, I stole that truck
And I sold that dope, motherfuckers hope this nigga go broke
But like my work, I give no fucks, I'm sorry (yeah)
She coulda been a doctor, nigga, I'm sorry (yeah, nigga)
Coulda been an actor and won that Oscar, said I'm sorry
I sold that soap, and I killed black folk, I'm sorry (yeah, nigga)
But I got a nice car, put my sister through school
While my mama all cool, I'm sorry (yeah, nigga)
I'm in too deep and I can't see the shore, I'm sorry
You get addicted to the flip, we used to call it, you get addicted to the flip (I'm sorry)
The-the-the-the transaction, the hustlin' (I'm sorry)
Even more than the money, it's just your job
You feel like it's your duty to be the man in between the man (I'm sorry)
And make this happen for that person
And to do this and do that, you become the go-to guy, you know, forever
Next thing you know you're in too deep
Way too deep, it'll scare the shit outta you
You wind up with so much work, that you'd be scared to death
It's important for us to realize, man, we gotta get outta that, man
You know, dudes is buyin' choppas, shoot down the people that look just like them
Dudes is buyin' guns to take down each other
Nobody wins, ya know I mean?
And I wonder if they realized the damage
I mean, they come from an era who made a lotta money off that shi'
And I wonder if it fucked with they conscience
Fucked with me bein' out there, I couldn't stand it
I couldn't stand seein' people fuckin' theyselves up like that on the shit
And that's where the money came from
48, 48, 48 states I get it in (nigga)
48, 48, 48 states I get it in (nigga)
They call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
If you really need some blow, I can get it for the low, nigga
48, 48, 48 states I get it in (nigga)
48, 48, 48 states I get it in (nigga)
They call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
If you really need some blow, I can get it for the low, nigga
Shit's gettin' warmer, on that corner
Gotta watch out for 'em 5–0 foreigners, your mother's a goner
I warned you before you supersized my fries with that dollar
You got a daughter, shit's gettin' harder
The only thing you wanna bunk her was your freedom
You can't afford to get caught up but you in too deep
And the seashore ain't saw ya, you got a mother, she don't support you
But you bought her a new house 'cause you love her
Growin' up, you barely had a roof
Now you got a coupe and it doesn't have a roof
I guess you're accustomed what you're used to
So you bought two, nigga, they comin' for you, nigga
Niggas be hatin', I'm doin' 'em bitches
Like Susan and Karen, be doin' your pockets
And runnin' the man, and he's losin' his fuckin' mind
And it's all an illusion, who was alludin' all of this potent?
I am the reason your family is usin' and shootin' up
It's my fault, you can blame me, motherfucker
For killin' your aunties and uncles, the hustle and hunger
All I wanted was a cheeseburger, and a little chain, tucked
Didn't realize this game fucked, up some lives, oh, how's mine?
My conscience eats it up all the time but
48, 48, 48 states I get it in (other than that, I'm fine, I got a little money in my pocket)
48, 48, 48 states I get it in (nigga)
They call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
If you really need some blow, I can get it for the low, nigga
48, 48, 48 states I get it in (nigga)
48, 48, 48 states I get it in (nigga)
They call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
If you really need some blow, I can get it for the low
Nigga, we broke as fuck, homie got a chop shop, I stole that truck
And I sold that dope, motherfuckers hope this nigga go broke
But like my work, I give no fucks, I'm sorry (yeah)
She coulda been a doctor, nigga, I'm sorry (yeah, nigga)
Coulda been an actor and won that Oscar, said I'm sorry
I sold that soap, and I killed black folk, I'm sorry (yeah, nigga)
But I got a nice car, put my sister through school
While my mama all cool, I'm sorry (yeah, nigga)
I'm in too deep and I can't see the shore, I'm sorry
You get addicted to the flip, we used to call it, you get addicted to the flip (I'm sorry)
The-the-the-the transaction, the hustlin' (I'm sorry)
Even more than the money, it's just your job
You feel like it's your duty to be the man in between the man (I'm sorry)
And make this happen for that person
And to do this and do that, you become the go-to guy, you know, forever
Next thing you know you're in too deep
Way too deep, it'll scare the shit outta you
You wind up with so much work, that you'd be scared to death
It's important for us to realize, man, we gotta get outta that, man
You know, dudes is buyin' choppas, shoot down the people that look just like them
Dudes is buyin' guns to take down each other
Nobody wins, ya know I mean?
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