Lyrics Menace ... Nigganomics - Grip

Menace ... Nigganomics

'fore scrappin' up, hit the store for some blunts and a six pack
My pockets sick jack and this bitch on my hip can fix that
Click clack, feel my wrist snap from the impact of the kickback
Don’t care if your skin black, pump iron like gym rats
Slang bringin' error to syntax, I’m bringing terror to rich cats
Y’all from the era of get scraps, I’m from the era of get strap
I’m eager to let that bitch clap, I’m trigger happy, that’s big facts
If it ain’t 'bout chips, then the shit wack, I hit a lick for six racks
Gotta wait for the pigs to dispatch, got a phone call but my next victim
My homie down by G-Tech with the TEC with him, let’s get him
Creep up like Shinobi, then I’m at his head with the .40
He said «nah, not the Rollie,» nigga, now it’s a stollie
Need your wallet and your necklace, I’m just marking off the checklist
Don’t flinch unless you got a death wish
You would think I was possessed with how I’m coming at your possessions,
obsessed with automatic weapons
And every crime is committed with no sign of a witness
Run up on you while you’re mindin' your business, mind of a menace
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold on, hold on
This, this that street knowledge
Street, street, street, street knowledge
The mind, the mind, man
Nah, nah, no, no, the mind, the mind
It equals street knowledge, well equals street knowledge and nigga, nigganomics,
nigga
Hold on, hold on, nigga, hold on, nigga
This that, this that nigganomics
I’m from the home of the
Nigga put on a mask and rob instead of gettin' his ass a job (Get your ass a
job)
We don’t need dress shirt and slacks to earn, plenty of us to burn,
bankin' on your baby mama’s tax return (Tax return)
Probably snatched up an Impala for a couple of dollars
Hood scholars, they never relied on college (Fuck that shit)
This the shit they learned from the streets, applied the knowledge
My only advice is hide your wallet (Wallet, wallet, wallet)
Niggas want all the smoke, hydroponics, chronic
Use of Ebonics, nigganomics (Street knowledge)
Nobody makin' an honest living or living honest
R.I.P tees with baby faces, payin' homage (Payin' homage, nigga)
Humbled by homicides that hit close to home
Roaming through places you wasn’t 'posed to roam
God blessed the kid that had to hold his own 'cause pops couldn’t fight the
temptation to be a rolling stone (Nah, nah, fuck that nigga, nigga)
, you know the zone
Where young niggas totin' chrome, plottin' on OGs to be overthrown
Trappin' off mobile phones, sandwich bags and digit scales
A story some may never live to tell
Hell, if I spit it, then I did it, I don’t make up things (Make up things)
A broke nigga, I’m too busy tryna scrape up change (Scrape up change)
Probably blowin' on a deuce deuce and a scratch off ticket
A couple of grams, a few Backwoods and a two piece chicken
And 12 do be trippin', so I ain’t swervin' a bit (I ain’t swervin' a bit)
I look cool but I’m behind the wheel nervous as shit (Skrrt)
For all the brews we sippin', I pour a swig on the curb
My bitch get on my nerves (Man, fuck her) but we lit when a EBT hit on the third
Is it the hearts of men or my darker skin, why I’d rather park a Benz than an
apartment
Buyin' bottles at the club with my partna' dem, then scratchin' my head on
Monday 'cause my pockets slim (Fuck)
My only option to start profiting, is back on the block with a Glock,
slangin' rock again
I always say I’ma stack, which I’ve yet to do (Fuck that shit)
I blow it and keep enough just to get me through (Street knowledge)
Ain’t got shit to show for all the checks we blew, just a stifle view
Spent my last couple hundred on a Nike shoe
If you can relate, then you a part of the cycle too
You know why?
'Cause, 'cause, 'cause this that, that street knowledge
Street, street knowledge