Low-Dough

Now I'mma get it in for the low dough
 Watch me get it in for the low dough
 Now I'mma get it in for the low dough
 Let me introduce you to that new west coast
 And get your fuckin' head bangin' like it's techno
 But not Benassi or mister Tiesto
 I'm SwizZz, three z's, but not to be slept on
 Now catch your breath and get all calm and collected
 Cause in a second i'mma do something so highly unexpected
 You might fuckin' drop your jaws to the floor
 Like when you caught your wife cheatin' in the back of your Ford, sayin'
 "Emily, please, I know you threatened to leave
 But I never thought for a minute you'd be fucking with D
 Sucking his dick like a leech, nuts all in yo' cheek
 And he's my best friend too, now both of you bleed"
 I talk shit like a ass with a mouth
 Then clap niggas like a beat made down in the south ("Hey")
 I invite beef, I treat it like I'm fucking obese
 A hungry nigga, yes I'm ready to eat
 See, I left school and chose to rap
 Now I'm broke as fuck, without a deal
 Askin' my dad for gas money and a 20 to eat
 Feel like a bum on his knees
 Getting excited for a crumb in the street ("What tha fuck?")
 My part time job won't pay off
 Hours getting cut and other niggas getting laid off
 Economy stop, I'm tryin' to prosper
 I see patients growin' a beard waitin' hours to see a doctor
 Now what the fuck do you call justice?
 I've seen a cop shoot a father like "Fuck it"
 He did even choose to beat him like a drum stick
 On new years day Grant was slayed by a fuckin' pig
 So this was for Oscar Grant and his family
 I send this message to anybody to challenge me
 Ya'll fuckin' up the game and that's a no-no
 You tryin' to get high, I can get you for the low-dough
 Yo, I learned in life that nothing's fair ("Nothing")
 So I get drunk as shit drinkin' absinthe like I wasn't there
 I'll yank your girl by your nappy hair
 Toss her down the stairs like a Slinky
 Then spark a blunt like a fuckin' flare
 Don't bother knockin' nigga, no one's there
 I'm on vacation with Jeezy
 slappin' greedy jews that refuse to share
 My flow is grizzly homie, try to bare
 I'll make John McCain throw his arms in the air ("I love the US")
 I spit on fake faggot rappers when I'm battlin'
 I'm sick enough to drown shack in the shallow end
 I rock stunner shades without the lens, count to ten
 And go dumb like a retarded kid who ain't got no friends
 I know it seems like I'm mad at life
 But I see everything in grey, propably because I'm black and white
 FV
 's the set, you've seen the logo
 You tryin' to get high, I still got you for the low dough