Junkies Can’t Get None lyrics

[Intro]l
Junkie's can't get none!
Junkie's can't get none!

Here come that junkie ass shawty n*gga now!
What's up buggy mane, what ya'll up to mane?
You know whats up n*gga!
n*gga what cho' mean what's up n*gga?
b*tch what? You know!
What? I know what?
Where my money, that's what!
Man I don't owe ya'll n*ggas sh*t!
Man we fixin' run you ass across Hollywood now boy!
(man my pistol will be checkin' your mothaf*ckin' ass n*gga)
Ho ass boy
Whats up then?
(b*tch!)
Whats up then?

[Verse 1]
Back in school n*ggas used to scrap with brass knuckles
But now they bucking them n*ggas down, ain't no bustas in my town
n*ggas used to jack by catchin' a n*gga walkin' by himself
Once he seen that brick he said "mane y'all can have the sh*t!"
Take his ends, go and buy some skunk, go get real drunk
By 94 we 'norting that funk and locking b*tches in the trunk
One day I seen this young n*gga whooping on this junkie n*gga
He wasn't nothin' but 12 dawg, made that big ass n*gga fall
I was trippin' cause this sprung n*gga took his belt off
The young n*gga ran behind the tree and broke out with a sawed off!
Look at them, they aren't barin' that sh*t, they growin' up fast they damn near 8
By the time he turn 20, if he make it, he'll be in his grave
Momma's can't control they kids
God's cuttin' they time short
They don't know nothin' bout a church
They just know how to use they yawk
Every time a problem come up: "Mane lets blast dis sucka!"
n*gga's they f*ck up and wind up in jail. "Goddamn!"
You ain't nothin' but a...
[Chorus]
Ghetto ass n*gga from a ghetto
Back in the, back in the days n*gga's think you could scrap
Fools get beat down!
Fools get beat down!
Junkie's can't...
Junkie's can't get none! Junkie's can't get none!

[Verse 2]
Rollin' smoking on some hay
I was so damn blanked out
I hit this n*gga ride by mistake
So now he's jumpin' out
Like he wanna swing at me
So I smacked the sh*t out of him
Even though I'm strapped mane, I'd just rather whoop him down. (whats up lil boy)
So I took the clip out, I gripped my thang and smacked him in his mouth
Then we deeper than an ocean, all my roll dawg's jumpin out
Knottin' up dat boy's cranium
The people crowded in the street
I knew he was a b*tch when he said: "Some body call the police! Please!"
We all jumped back up in the ride
I crunk my sh*t and hit the gas
You ain't mad, it's ya b*tch
Knowin' we buying these bogus tags
A busta n*gga would of squashed the sh*t by shootin' him in the face
I prefer to bust his skull and that way I won't catch a case
n*gga's got to realize the crooked come in every way
The judge know the lawyer and the lawyer gunna keep him paid
Ninety percent of black people (who me?)
Got a public defender
Once you locked up in that junt you'll hang (SWING!)
You ain't nothin' but a...
[Chorus]