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?
