Some Shxt I Used To Do

[VERSE 1: JT Money]
 Wakin up every morning, pockets on e
 Fuck that shit, school ain't for me
 They just stoppin me from gettin dollars
 I dropped out, fuck bein a scholar
 I never did shit at school before
 Yoked up Uzi and headed straight for the airport
 Lookin for some bucks to grab
 Fucked around, jacked some tourists in a yellow cab
 With nothin but my bare hands
 Oh boy, look at me comin clean with grands
 Start touchin every day
 Can't nann nigga tell me that crime don't pay
 Bought me a auto with get-down 30s and cuts
 Crush seats and bitches on my nuts
 Talkin bout it's funny how
 A young nigga quit school gettin money now
 On a mission comin clean on a daily basis
 With pocketbooks and high speed chases
 Fat pockets swoll like they got the mumps
 Droppin bets to all the little chumps
 Throwin books to the hoes
 Peelin out in the school zone, burnin out my [?]
 See a mama and papa in the auto
 Nobody's untouchable, that's my motto
 Leavin no description for the police
 Cause all they saw was black guns and gold teeth
 And that describes every nigga in the jack game
 Goin down with a alias name
 They scared as fuck of a nigga like me
 Reached out and touched more people than AT&T
 Fuckin they world up, makin them curl up
 All in the street and they still gettin beat
 Cause that's the way I was taught
 See, ain't shit illegal until you get caught
 That's how I got the name J.T.
 Jackin Tourists for all they Money
 While niggas on the corner I'm in the house gettin laid
 I leave em sayin, "Goddamn, how he gettin paid?"
 For what I'm doin you don't need a look-out
 Grab the hoe, get the money, throw the book out
 I know my nigga Uzi'll get me away
 Go to the crib, split the money cause in a day
 I'm outta there without a clue
 But yo, that's just some shit I used to do
 [VERSE 2: JT Money]
 Downtown, lookin for them dummies
 With wire tags and purses full of money
 Ask em for directions
 Bustin u-turns in the middle of the inter section
 I'm on they ass
 Comin fast and I see that map on the dash
 Bet your ass I'ma touch somethin
 But them funky-ass heroes make a nigga wanna crush somethin
 Fuck it, ain't nothin to it
 Now he finna see how the boys from the Crib do it
 (*interlude*)
 Got that book now let's go
 My nigga Uzi put that thing to the flo'
 Hit a few corners
 Make sure them punk-ass heroes ain't on ya
 (?) so let's flex through the projects
 Spend these grands and them Traveller's Cheques
 Now we got a little flow
 And I'ma keep the book so I can give it to a hoe
 Lets go round the way to brag
 To the niggas bout the book we snagged
 They know the boy gon' come through
 But yo, that's just some shit I used to do
 Yeah
 Yo, I wanna say one time for all the original jackers [?]
 My niggas Shorty T, Rick and Wayne
 My nigga Uzi, Madball
 One time for them boys out there in the city
 The boys Overtown, y'all know what time it is
 There's a few out there in [?] Opa Locka
 One time for the streets that paid a nigga, Biscayne Boulevard
 7th Ave., 17th Ave., 27th Ave. 79th St.
 36th St., 46th St. 54th
 One time me and Uzi and 183rd St. we fuck em up
 One time for the one way 81st
 One time for the airport, hotels, gas stations, all that crazy shit
 One time for I-95, the perfect escape route