Footwork Guilty Simpson

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[Intro]
(*Cough*) Good shit
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Crack, E, powder, weed
No matter what it is, they got what you need
Young cats serving bags from ten speeds
I guess money does grow on trees
Kush, gas, dro and regs
Drop a few crumbs for the hoes to beg
You better learn the game and know the ledge
Dudes round here put holes in heads
Who got cash to blow?
Dog got ziplock bags of snow
And those that keep E work is swoll
Chicks pop them hoes like birth control
The whole game is buy and sell
Keep the clientele high as hell
Some dudes jump in, try and fail
Get locked up and tell

[Chorus]
(All my hustlas) Let me see your footwork
Them young boys around the corner got purp
Right next door where homie got murked
When he met dude, he copped and got jerked
Let me see your footwork
Don't go down the street, they got dirt
Right next door where the girl got murked
When she ain't do old boy, he got hurt

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