Lyrics 8Ball & MJG

8Ball & MJG

What Can I Do

4 in the morning, now where am I at? On the track

Distributin' crack wth my hand on my gat, fat

Not cause the spot be hotter than a torch

The fiends gettin' they pipe dreams on the back porch

I haven't been asleep, tryna stack chips, underneath my mattress

I gotta see the judge on the 5th

Until then I'm the cake cuttin' cookie making

Baking soda measurer, illegal money treasurer

Searchin' for an alternate, I'm looking for a way out

Prison ain't the way for me so I'm tryna stay out

A couple of young niggas I know keep my yay' in steady flow

Eventhough I'm tryna stop my clientele continue to grow

So I want to quit and get legit and pay taxes

Practice new tactics with the GP beneath my mattress

What should I do, open a soul food restaurant

Where all the ballers come after early morning blunts

What about a place for a tight stereo

Full of the best shit like autoradio

But I don't know it's a hard decision to make, mane

Tryna think of something to do to get out the game

What can I do?

What can I do to get out the game, get out the game

What can I do to get out the game

Hell ain't nothing like a laundry for your money

Cleanin' up all the fifth, turnin' that shit to hundred

Funny how the baller and beauty and shops

Occupy the spaces and places around the block

Charges gettin' too damn large for me to take

Rules gettin' too damn hard for me to break

Hate to stay out the game for so long

Tired of doin' shit for myself, it's feeling wrong

Niggas that I came up with is gettin' 'noid

Shoppin' with strangers, checkin' their own boys

Instigations made by certain hoes

Got a player hatin' on the down low

So keep my mind in the motherfucking greatest type of condition

To avoid being missin'

Wishin' that the money would help me forget about all the chances

But certain chances led to other circumstances

Ridin' in the streets, 4 deep after midnight

Packin' the heat that's how we creep to keep the shit tight

But know the IRS know my name, I can't buy a damn thang

So tell me, what can I do to get out the game

What can I do?

What can I do to get out the game, get out the game

What can I do to get out the game

Today is a new day, oh what a lovely day

I'm gonna try a new way to make my brain power pay

Scope the tight spot to open up a nice spot

Supposed to meet the man about the lease on the lot

Got half way up out the house, when what do you know

Somebody wanted me to re open the drug store

Now would it be different if I would juuglin' on the light side

I would go meet the man and let that dope shit slide

But every time a nigga come with a bigger figure

I gotta dash homie, get my fuckin' serve on

Makin' fast money, hook me like nicotine

This on the street shit is deeper than a submarine

One day I want to have a wife and live as nice

Afraid I'm gonna lose my life before I get it right

Stuck like glue in this underground life click

My hard headedness got me in some stupid shit

I thought it was safe to put the house in my momma name

'Till I was busted sittin' and all fucked up drama came

I coulda sold my whole soul to the devil

To be smackin' the FED's across the head

With a shovel I was howled away

A sunny day on my streets

Shackle the cuff with no shoes on my feet

They slammin' down face first on the brick

And looked at my daddy, like boy you betta say not shit

Now ain't that bitch, a real motherfucking fag

Wanna be hard and hide behind a rusty ass badge

Embarassed as fuck, my own kids have to watch

While daddy was beaten and being drugged by a cop

And now that the bubble had been busted in my shit

They looked at my family like we was all unlegit

The block was shocked, because my folks was so nice

But the spot was hot, because they son led a street life

What can I do?

What can I do to get out the game, get out the game

What can I do to get out the game

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