against the grain

yo, remix joint. (i gots to make a move and make it soon, i gots to take a block and make it boom), goin against the grain. know what i'm sayin? ye-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shit's about to jump off and, lookin' for the bus to bring in my man from up north, been like three years since when got knocked, since he got caught, punked up like five new blocks, holding down for it, kept a nigga straight with money in the books, and them bitches is crooks who look out for other crooks, took him shopping, money in his pocket is straight, dropped him off at the wife's crib after we ate, our estate was the next move for me, had to make that nigga chill for at least two to three months, cause when it's on, it's on, he didn't care, it's like slow down baby, the money ain't going nowhere, keep in touch though and show how much your ass is with it, the dope flow is there and in a minute you can get it, watch a nigga just coming home in a game, cause on the low we may just be trying to go against the grain, i gots to make a move and make it soon, i gots to take a block and make it boom, i gots to make a move and make it soon, i gots to take a block and make it boom, i never figured this nigga would pull this shit that he pulled, what is strange is the change that niggaz go through, when they're locked down and really can't hack it, a motherfucker like me handles a bid like a jacket, strap it on my back, niggaz ain't built like me, and by the end, niggaz was like "yo, why you killed mike, d?, wasn't me, but yeah he had it coming to him, used to be my man, so i let my cousin do him, sent him out of state with like half a brick down to my spot in va, cause the money comes quick, half of that got fucked up before i even got the check in on him, but things happen so i really wasn't wreckin' on him, got him up out of there and sent him down a little further, ain't heard from him in two months, murder, murder, and from the next flight thinking i might have to steal something, this hungry shit will make a nigga wanna kill something, i gots to make a move and make it soon, i gots to take a block and make it boom, i gots to make a move and make it soon, i gots to take a block and make it boom, man, listen, money is missing and shit is hectic, found the safe, checked it, shit looks detected, just what i expected when i got no word from him, asked around but ain't nobody heard from him, but money talks and most niggaz is snakes, so it wasn't long before his man was ready to take, me to where he was at, checked my gat, threw in a four clip, pumped myself up, cause i can't go for that bullshit, fuckin' with my last load of cash ain't the issue, it's just real fucked up when your man tries to diss you, takin' back for niggaz in new york and how they told me so, now i got to knock his boots, he owes me dough, layin' up with a hoe, then he hit me with the sob story, the famous "oh you didn't know i got robbed!" story, told it's to me he should be grateful to, fuck that bitch! look at what she made you do, now there's love lost and a double cross, pointed at that bitch, turned her braids into sauce, so you wanna be with him and talk to me like i'm silly, five bottle of mo on the floor, boxes of phillys, ten g's in the shoebox under the bed, and for every g i put a fuckin' slug in his head, and from then, the moral of the story if you missed it, is the grand is always gonna be there, just never go against it