Poison Clan - Some Sh-T I Used To Do Lyrics
[ VERSE 1: JT Money ]Wakin up every morning, pockets on e***** that shit, school ain't for meThey just stoppin me from gettin dollarsI dropped out, ***** bein a scholarI never did shit at school beforeYoked up Uzi and headed straight for the airportLookin for some bucks to grab*****ed around, jacked some tourists in a yellow cabWith nothin but my bare handsOh boy, look at me comin clean with grandsStart touchin every dayCan't nann nigga tell me that crime don't payBought me a auto with get-down 30s and cutsCrush seats and *****es on my nutsTalkin bout it's funny howA young nigga quit school gettin money nowOn a mission comin clean on a daily basisWith pocketbooks and high speed chasesFat pockets swoll like they got the mumpsDroppin bets to all the little chumpsThrowin books to the hoesPeelin out in the school zone, burnin out my ( ? )See a mama and papa in the autoNobody's untouchable, that's my mottoLeavin no description for the policeCause all they saw was black guns and gold teethAnd that describes every nigga in the jack gameGoin down with a alias nameThey scared as ***** of a nigga like meReached out and touched more people than AT&T*****in they world up, makin them curl upAll in the street and they still gettin beatCause that's the way I was taughtSee, ain't shit illegal until you get caughtThat's how I got the name J.T.Jackin Tourists for all they MoneyWhile niggas on the corner I'm in the house gettin laidI leave em sayin, "Goddamn, how he gettin paid?"For what I'm doin you don't need a look-outGrab the hoe, get the money, throw the book outI know my nigga Uzi'll get me awayGo to the crib, split the money cause in a dayI'm outta there without a clueBut yo, that's just some shit I used to do[ VERSE 2: JT Money ]Downtown, lookin for them dummiesWith wire tags and purses full of moneyAsk em for directionsBustin u-turns in the middle of the inter sectionI'm on they assComin fast and I see that map on the dashBet your ass I'ma touch somethinBut them funky-ass heroes make a nigga wanna crush somethin***** it, ain't nothin to itNow he finna see how the boys from the Crib do it( *interlude* )Got that book now let's goMy nigga Uzi put that thing to the flo'Hit a few cornersMake sure them punk-ass heroes ain't on ya( ? ) so let's flex through the projectsSpend these grands and them Traveller's ChequesNow we got a little flowAnd I'ma keep the book so I can give it to a hoeLets go round the way to bragTo the niggas bout the book we snaggedThey know the boy gon' come throughBut yo, that's just some shit I used to doYeahYo, I wanna say one time for all the original jackers ( ? )My niggas Shorty T, Rick and WayneMy nigga Uzi, MadballOne time for them boys out there in the cityThe boys Overtown, y'all know what time it isThere's a few out there in ( ? ) Opa LockaOne time for the streets that paid a nigga, Biscayne Boulevard7th Ave., 17th Ave., 27th Ave. 79th St.36th St., 46th St. 54thOne time me and Uzi and 183rd St. we ***** em upOne time for the one way 81stOne time for the airport, hotels, gas stations, all that crazy shitOne time for I-95, the perfect escape route
