Trying To Come Up

You want the money, wanna be a big mack dog?

You swimmin in women on backlog

Daydreamin 'bout the dividends

The lil' homey said "Man I'm 'bout to get it in"

It's just a sign of the times

You get a little older now you wanna do crimes

He went to jail and now he's got big muscles

He don't think he failed he just picked the wrong hustle

Came home went straight to the block

He got a P.O. but he don't care about the cops

Pocket full of rocks, hella money in his sock

Rims and paint, he don't wanna ride stock

Loud and clear, the beat gon' knock

And a lot of girls walkin down the street gon' stop

and tell each other how they love you

You gettin money and they all wanna fuck you

I'm tryin to come up! Ohhhhhhh

I'm tryin to come up! Got to keep on movin

Come up! Whoahhhhhh

I'm tryin to come up! Ohhhhhhh

The world is violent - so what'cha yellin "peace" for?

Gotta take another ride in a police car

They told you don't tell no lies

Cause the judge gon' set yo' bail so high

for crack! You never shoulda sold it

Cause everything you know, you told it

I thought you was a cocaine cowboy

You caught a case - and what'chu doin now boy?

You singin that same old song

Tellin on your homeboys so you can go home

And now who's gon' win?

I don't need enemies, if you my friend

You just another crab in the barrel

I'm tryin to see the top, stop grabbin, it's frail

I know you wanna come up, make a few mill'

but the homies gon' kill you if you tell

C.O. nigga, West Oakland

B.T.T. nigga

I got a two year joint suspension, butter on my bitch coochie

High-tech and my styrofoam, she just popped a half a Louis

Ridin with my hockey stick; I'm just tryin to camouflage

Just hit a grower house, it's dryin out in my garage

P.O. fuckin with me, say I gotta find a job

Honeymoon comin up - bitch I'm married to the mob!

I'm just tryin to come up, before a nigga lock me down

I do life in Salinas for feedin a nigga 50 rounds

I don't say slow down, before a nigga go down

Before a nigga starve, I'll FUNK with the whole town

Tired of cookin coke, I need grown man money

Some of that business foreign car, own land money

I be tryin to get dough, but a nigga will skeet quick

Them hollows gotta get my point across it's so thick

And me and God, we got a real good agreement

I won't start no shit but if they try me I'm squeamish

I'm just tryin to do right, just tryin to get mine

Feel like I'm about to lose my mind if I gotta keep on doin crime

I'm tryin to come up! Cain't do this no more

I gotta come up! Hooooooooo

I'm tryin to come up!

I'm tryin to come up

Said I'm tryin to come up

I'm tryin to come up

Tryin to come up... [fades out]