Front Doe, Back Doe

Man let me see that shit man
 Ooooooh man this that shit man
 (This that fire
 Where you get this from nigga?)
 Let me run up here right quick. see what he tryna do
 (This nigga got!)
 I ain't never gave a fuck
 Cause I was too poor
 Especially not about no bitch
 Man I grew up on that Too $hort
 It was 1994
 When I jumped off the porch
 I caught my first charge
 At the age of 9 yeah
 Kicking in doors
 Taking whatever
 We could find
 Thats on my soul
 A nigga told
 My first run in with a snitch
 Caught up with him
 Broke his fuckin nose
 With some heavy blows
 1998 I got my first stick
 A .38 it was rusty
 Had to wrap the handle up with ductape
 Nigga was leanin on em
 So I sat him up straight
 Lil skinny nigga'll put that pistol in yo face
 Anybody but a dead body nobody safe
 Smoking trees with my constituents
 Plotting on a lick
 Down on my dick
 Bout tired of this shit
 I started sellin weed
 But I smoke too much
 That ain't work
 Fucked up all the re up money
 I was up to pound of purp, damn
 I fucked it up in dice game
 Bet have it back before the night came
 We gon see just what the night brang
 Ima true hustler know how to get it Im on the right train
 If all fails I'll put it in yo life main
 You can't tell
 We sold errythang breadcrumbs
 Dipped in orajel
 Flippin dummies then turn around
 Grab some more to sell
 Finessing junkies out they money
 Hit the corner and bail ugh
 Order up a bundle
 I know he bout his cash flow
 And when he pull up
 Im gon hit em wit that
 Front doe back doe yeah
 And when he pull up
 I'm gon hit em wit that
 Front doe back doe
 I never ran off on the plug
 Nigga I walked off
 He say he gon do me somethin
 Ill blow his fuckin socks off
 I keep a banger tucked
 In case some shit pop off
 Or put em up
 I'll drag yo ass up and down the block dog
 You know where I be
 Far East is where we hotdog
 Swerving in and out the traffic
 Blowin smoke with the top off
 Stay with them sticks don't play pogo
 The 40 gotta dick no homo
 He want them coca leaves but these coffee beans
 And he aint check
 Before I peeled off the scene
 That nigga got
 He bet not call my phone no more
 Bet take his lick
 For I send em up in gun smoke
 Yeah
 Front doe back doe