#rap classics

Thinkin of a master plan

Cuz ain’t nuthin but sweat inside my hand

So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent

So I dig deeper but still comin up with lint

So I start my mission- leave my residence

Thinkin how could I get some dead presidents

I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid

So I think of all the devious things I did

I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain’t

nuthin funny

Stop smiling, be still, don’t nuthin move but the