Hope I Don't Go Back

Hoppin over barbed wire fences nigga
 Had this one broad right, SHE was so damn sprung
 She used to hold my motherfuckin. motherfuckin sack, nigga!
 Thought you thought, nigga
 In a motherfucking VHS, uh. motherfucking canister
 Nigga, yeah ay, I promise you nigga this game been so damn good
 (Said this rap game's been good to me)
 Hard times
 (But I don't know how long that's gonna be.)
 Hope I don't go back to slangin yayo
 Slangin yayo, to get my maillll
 Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin dinners for the church
 Red-handed, caught me stealin money out her purse
 Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back
 Cause I used to get beat, with racing car tracks
 But now me got wealth, holdin a conference call on my
 Hands free car telephone lookin like I'm talkin to myself
 Shootin the breeze cuttin it up real smooth like
 Choppin it up like true business men
 Talkin about it, by the way
 B - what we doin' this week on SoundScan?
 If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley
 Or maybe next door in Gary Payton bowling alley
 Or maybe at the shootin range, me and Banks
 Or on the golf course, with Merton Hanks
 Or we lay in the sun, give me my propers
 With a beat that's out of this world, lookin down on doctors
 Sippin on Port, watchin my kids play basketball
 In the backyard on a 40 by 63 foot long sports court
 Biatch!
 Business spot up in the wilderness, coyotes and wild boars
 Dupont registry aluminum pool table made strictly for outdoors
 Twenty inch gold super Bravos on my? everybody ain't able
 To be blessed with success with an independent-ass record label
 Check it out, marbles, I got the game from my Uncle Saint Char-les
 Used to bank across the street at Wells Fargo
 But now it's Merrill Lynch
 And just think, I used to sit the bench
 I remember gettin chased by the cops, had to get my stomach pumped
 Full of a quarter ounce of rocks, late afternoon
 Po-po waitin for me outside of Vallejo Kaiser Permanente
 Emergency room with Glocks, ready to Rodney King me to death
 Somehow I managed to make my escape through
 The back of the cafeteria by the vending machine department quickly
 Found myself runnin through the Friendship Apartment Complex
 Over there by the railroad tracks, around the corner from the
 People's Continuation High School
 Somewhere off in Lofas, behind Je-nai's Liquor ooh
 Get my mail, check it out, dope game ain't goin
 Now it seems the, white-collared crimes, are hookin up phones
 "Charlie Hustle, I got a few mathmatics
 I'm doing a compilation, should I go with Phunky Phat Graph-X?
 I tell them, "Hell yeah that's a done deal, dude them be off the hinges
 Dude them did my cover and my bus benches"
 Game warrior invested, worldwide Sick-Wid-It shit, independent chips
 BEYOOOOOOOOOTCH!
 Ay see ay, I'mma tell you nigga
 That's the thing about this whole thing that
 Jump off
 It's a fool cause a muh'fucka take his bloody money right
 Until
 He sit up there and he look and he say
 "Hold on man, hold on man"
 Muh'fucka, yknowmsayin?
 You can either be at this shit
 Or you can be gone
 With this shit
 And you look at it and then he say, "Man hold on
 Let me translate this shit - let me translate into some marbles
 Let me liquidate my motherfuckin revenelles"
 You understand what I'm sayin? 40-Water now, you understand?
 Ay, ay, but look, check this out
 I'm here to sprinkle motherfuckers, lace they tennis shoes
 Teach them about the motherfuckin game-orienfested situations
 That goes down in the motherfuckin motherfuckin soils weepolations
 I ain't bullshittin niggas!
 I don't bullshit!
 I ain't bullshittin nigga!
 There's too many jealous brothers in this game
 I can't stany the same I gotta get mine
 Get my money on
 Don't wanna go, don't wanna go, don't wanna go
 Don't wanna go back - back to the game, heyyyy
 To get your mail, BEYOOOOOOOTCH!