Footwork - Guilty Simpson

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

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…

(Hook)

All the hustlas

Let me see your foot work

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 foot work/

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

Shrooms, Cigs, Meth, and Hash

Whatever’s gon get that extra cash

A1 products in sandwich bags

Plate so fat they can’t be mad

Rain, hail, snow, or sun

The whole neighborhood got the 411

If you snitch they’ll bust a gun

Stomp on your face and bust yo gums

You better ask around

Them drug boys sewed up half the town

Fearless, ain’t no backing down

The whole crew’s packing pounds

Ones that you smoke and ones that smoke you

And everyone knows who you should go to

But you need someone to go through

Don’t knock if they don’t know you…

(Hook)