Lyric Where Was Your Ass At
When I dropped my first album niggas was jocking me tough
And hoes was scared of me because my tape was too rough
"Well slow it down"
Hell no! I ain t slowing down shit
It s 94 so you hoes better get used to this lick
You know what I m saying motherfuckers try to front on the Blank
Soon as they think I got paid smoke a blunt with the Blank
Then we get high so high that they think I don t notice
But only if they knew, that s the only way I could focus
Hip hop blues, I m still paying dues undercover
But they don t see the times a motherfucker gotta suffer
Pawning all of my shit and I couldn t afford to get it back
But still made hits cause Dope ain t charged me nothing for the tracks
Cool, much respect due, I see you fool
Motherfuckers don t appreciate the shit that you and Egypt do
Women around Houston seem to think we rich
Because every time they see me I m rolling with a different bitch
I got a tape, true enough, it s jamming, G
But I had more shit back in the day when I was slanging D
So how the hell you gonna say you was down from the git
When you weren t there when I was making this shit
Chorus:
Working late nights in the studio, busting my ass crack
Busting my ass crack, where was your ass at?
Hell, yeah, I bust my ass trying to make this
And I ll be damned if I let a nigga take this
Cause it s all about respect and never giving up
But a lot of artists these days just don t give a fuck
I seen them come and go, straight to the top and drop
Way back when Just Ice used to wreck shop
And what I don t understand to this very day is
How d all this white shit ever make it on the play list, shit
I dig ditches for bitches that wanna ride dick
Now everybody s jocking, trying to be my sidekick
Holding they hand out, trying to get a hand out
But when they stand out I wear they fucking ass out
Man, I don t owe that nigga shit
If I got something to give you, I ma give it to you
You ain t got to rob my dick to get it
And what s this shit I heard about the Blank smoking crack?
Nigga, I m six four, 260 solid, so squash that
The suicide attempt is true, if I may say
I can t explain, I just felt like dying that day
But motherfuckers stick they nose where it don t belong
And got the nerve to want to be on my fucking song
Trying to be down, but can t accept the fact that he fired
Get off my dick, nigga, I m tired
Chorus
Nine to five, ten to three, eleven to six
around the clock clowns
trying to mix this shit down
I ve been up for three days and still pushing it
My girl talk crazy, but fuck her cause she s full of shit
It s all about money, I got to get paid
If I don t make it in this game I got to get the 12 guage
And all I ma have to say is I tried to
Not only my dreams died, I lost my pride, too
So I ma reincarnate the old Point Blank
Put this damn mic down and start slanging weight
Because I knew a lot of niggas in the game
And I still know a lot of niggas who want to do this damn thing
Klondike Kat told me to hold on
While Vice Grip and Alcatraz was ready to get they bone on
David D was kind of scared, but I don t blame him
He was expecting another child and wanted to be there to name him
PSK, what can I say about this niggero
Always talk crazy, but down with the Blanksta though
But Dope E and Egypt E, I m speachless
Much love for y all fools, and I mean this
K Rude and all my boys up in TDC
I d rather you stick a knife in me than forget me
Yo, I can t forget Bigtyme and Eddie C
MC Bone and Will up in Atlanta, G
And for the rest of y all fools I know some of y all care
But face the facts, you weren t there
Player, when I was
Chorus
And hoes was scared of me because my tape was too rough
"Well slow it down"
Hell no! I ain t slowing down shit
It s 94 so you hoes better get used to this lick
You know what I m saying motherfuckers try to front on the Blank
Soon as they think I got paid smoke a blunt with the Blank
Then we get high so high that they think I don t notice
But only if they knew, that s the only way I could focus
Hip hop blues, I m still paying dues undercover
But they don t see the times a motherfucker gotta suffer
Pawning all of my shit and I couldn t afford to get it back
But still made hits cause Dope ain t charged me nothing for the tracks
Cool, much respect due, I see you fool
Motherfuckers don t appreciate the shit that you and Egypt do
Women around Houston seem to think we rich
Because every time they see me I m rolling with a different bitch
I got a tape, true enough, it s jamming, G
But I had more shit back in the day when I was slanging D
So how the hell you gonna say you was down from the git
When you weren t there when I was making this shit
Chorus:
Working late nights in the studio, busting my ass crack
Busting my ass crack, where was your ass at?
Hell, yeah, I bust my ass trying to make this
And I ll be damned if I let a nigga take this
Cause it s all about respect and never giving up
But a lot of artists these days just don t give a fuck
I seen them come and go, straight to the top and drop
Way back when Just Ice used to wreck shop
And what I don t understand to this very day is
How d all this white shit ever make it on the play list, shit
I dig ditches for bitches that wanna ride dick
Now everybody s jocking, trying to be my sidekick
Holding they hand out, trying to get a hand out
But when they stand out I wear they fucking ass out
Man, I don t owe that nigga shit
If I got something to give you, I ma give it to you
You ain t got to rob my dick to get it
And what s this shit I heard about the Blank smoking crack?
Nigga, I m six four, 260 solid, so squash that
The suicide attempt is true, if I may say
I can t explain, I just felt like dying that day
But motherfuckers stick they nose where it don t belong
And got the nerve to want to be on my fucking song
Trying to be down, but can t accept the fact that he fired
Get off my dick, nigga, I m tired
Chorus
Nine to five, ten to three, eleven to six
around the clock clowns
trying to mix this shit down
I ve been up for three days and still pushing it
My girl talk crazy, but fuck her cause she s full of shit
It s all about money, I got to get paid
If I don t make it in this game I got to get the 12 guage
And all I ma have to say is I tried to
Not only my dreams died, I lost my pride, too
So I ma reincarnate the old Point Blank
Put this damn mic down and start slanging weight
Because I knew a lot of niggas in the game
And I still know a lot of niggas who want to do this damn thing
Klondike Kat told me to hold on
While Vice Grip and Alcatraz was ready to get they bone on
David D was kind of scared, but I don t blame him
He was expecting another child and wanted to be there to name him
PSK, what can I say about this niggero
Always talk crazy, but down with the Blanksta though
But Dope E and Egypt E, I m speachless
Much love for y all fools, and I mean this
K Rude and all my boys up in TDC
I d rather you stick a knife in me than forget me
Yo, I can t forget Bigtyme and Eddie C
MC Bone and Will up in Atlanta, G
And for the rest of y all fools I know some of y all care
But face the facts, you weren t there
Player, when I was
Chorus
