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What's Goin' On
Scarface feat. A-G-2-A-Ke
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It was a little nigga, he was about 12 in this story I tell
Vail with the OG's, shorty taught him how to hustle, but now he sells
Rocks at the dope spot didn't get hot, gifts he received was Glocks
And fame, put him on the game, now he slang 'caine on the block
And not, huh, the problem, nigga, what you proud of?
Deep in the game your mama want you out of
And this shit won't stop until a nigga wanted by the cops
But until that happens you constantly gettin' rid of your rocks
Maybe you'll frosh you a couple of keys
And he did, watch, woo woo, serving G's
On top of these, OG's got these hoes dropping to they knees
But whoa whoa to have hoes was rocked up and now sold
For the bankroll, pullin' his gat and take yours
Running with 4 hoes on gobo, so fuck the 5-0
But sold the fuck up, OG's luck say sluts get no trust with your ducks
And came up wild, hooking up moms now
For a while sonny done fooled your drug money, shit
But couldn't resist that slick fit, leather fit in the living room
Soon seen 15's equipped for the hit
Of the click when it booms
To whom it may concern, niggas is getting burned
He creeped the deez up off your jeep plus got your sister geeked
And turned around to hush, 'cause his shit was plush
Fuck a trust fund, G's we love the night
Young hustle and a young crack life, nigga
And that's the way it's going down
What's going on?
As the world goes around and 'round
What's going on, young brother?
As the world goes around and 'round
What's going wrong with your hustle?
As the world goes around and 'round
What's going on with the struggle?
As the world goes around and 'round
What's going on?
What's going on?
Only 13 the fiends is on his tip
OG's with white lips, sprinkle that shit up they nose, fool
Baby OG shoulda kept his shit closed, started sniffing that shit too
Kidding with the crew, rootin' and tootin' all night
Cocking that Glock on his hip, shooting at bullshit
OG's didn't trip, just laughed at his little ass and hit
Pass the spliff, blase blase, skippy click
Now miss me, they scream "Chill out little-ass G, it ain't loaded"
Hold it, put it back where you tote it
Show it and don't use it, figure you're digging your own grave, nigga
The tool is for fools that's out of line in this crooked business
Simping, peep the pimping, lifted with intentions to end it
Constantly spending G's
Little nothin' but enough to re-up or bust
Through the backdoor, bust by the 5-0
For them 3-0's you sold to that U.C
Mad you be like who be
Squelling 'cause you finna see the penitentiary drilling
Push-ups, shit's bad, that blast
Fucked up, got caught up with no cash
What's going on?
As the world goes around and 'round
What's going on, young brother?
As the world goes around and 'round
What's going wrong with your hustle?
As the world goes around and 'round
What's going on with the struggle?
As the world goes around and 'round
What's going on?
What's going on?
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