text: See when I do joints like these
  I do it for the youngen in the ghetto
  That you aint gon never hear his story
  Cause he aint gonna make it to tell ya
  So you know whats crazy?
  I went to court the other day, the D.A. say she hate me
  How you gonna hate me when me and Lou just took 20 racks
  And put coats on them kids back
  Its 30 degrees outside
  24, how could I ask for more?
  I got my deals, its gettin real, Im makin cash fo sure
  Stuntin every chance I get, because I had it poor
  But every time I go to sleep I hear the devil at my door
  And Im on them papers so them courts Im goin back and forth
  Dealing with probation, man, they all said Id be back for sure
  Mommies turned to zombies from that raw
  Because its crack galore
  You wonder why them babies runnin crazy steady clappin off
  Gettin life before they get pussy
  Cause aint nobody loveem so they lives get tooken
  Locked in cages, haveem fighting over cookies
  And lunch trays, just happy them days aint never killed em
  Yeah, I remember, it was a hot December
  Niggas die on top of winter
  Cause them kids need them toys
  Well, Santa Claus dont see them boys
  Or see the girls around here, theres Jack boys down stairs
  No man with the big bag, just man with the big gat
  Try and take your shit back cause he feel the world owe em
  And his daughter want a Barbie bike for Christmas
  He goin show her, that the love is there, no mother there
  Just her little brother there
  We wash our pain with Belvedere
  And use the drugs they brung us here
  We get high to get by, hot dogs, no ribeyes
  With tears drip from red eyes
  When ends dont meet the dead lines
  The D.A. said she hate me, but I dont understand
  When I just rock the show in front of 50,000 fans
  I think that bitch racist, she probably in the Klan
  She take her pain out on me, but she probably need a man
  I took my mom from public housin, put her in the sticks
  We came a long way from welfare and gettin W.I.C
  That shit just made me hungry
  And now we gettin rich, and all these niggas gettin sick
  I know they wanna get me hit cause Im ballin
  Yeah, cause Im ballin
  Its like sometimes I always gotta let these type of joints go man
  Just speakin to the streets
  That bitch said she hate me
  I felt some type of way about that
  Last night we just came out
  Giving 2, 3 hundred pair of shoes to the schools
  To the girls and the boys basketball teams
  How you hate me?
  You hate me cause Im doin what Im suppose to do
  And I got that money and Im making more money than you
  Well, bitch you can hate me for that
  Lets get it