Trajik - Front Doe, Back Doe

Man let me see that shit man
Ooooooh man this that shit man
(This that fire
Where you get this from nigga?)
Let me run up here right quick. see what he tryna do
(This nigga got!)
I ain't never gave a fuck
Cause I was too poor
Especially not about no bitch
Man I grew up on that Too $hort
It was 1994
When I jumped off the porch
I caught my first charge
At the age of 9 yeah
Kicking in doors
Taking whatever
We could find
Thats on my soul
A nigga told
My first run in with a snitch
Caught up with him
Broke his fuckin nose
With some heavy blows
1998 I got my first stick
A .38 it was rusty
Had to wrap the handle up with ductape
Nigga was leanin on em
So I sat him up straight
Lil skinny nigga'll put that pistol in yo face
Anybody but a dead body nobody safe
Smoking trees with my constituents
Plotting on a lick
Down on my dick
Bout tired of this shit
I started sellin weed
But I smoke too much
That ain't work
Fucked up all the re up money
I was up to pound of purp, damn
I fucked it up in dice game
Bet have it back before the night came
We gon see just what the night brang
Ima true hustler know how to get it Im on the right train
If all fails I'll put it in yo life main
You can't tell
We sold errythang breadcrumbs
Dipped in orajel
Flippin dummies then turn around
Grab some more to sell
Finessing junkies out they money
Hit the corner and bail ugh
Order up a bundle
I know he bout his cash flow
And when he pull up
Im gon hit em wit that
Front doe back doe yeah
And when he pull up
I'm gon hit em wit that
Front doe back doe
I never ran off on the plug
Nigga I walked off
He say he gon do me somethin
Ill blow his fuckin socks off
I keep a banger tucked
In case some shit pop off
Or put em up
I'll drag yo ass up and down the block dog
You know where I be
Far East is where we hotdog
Swerving in and out the traffic
Blowin smoke with the top off
Stay with them sticks don't play pogo
The 40 gotta dick no homo
He want them coca leaves but these coffee beans
And he aint check
Before I peeled off the scene
That nigga got
He bet not call my phone no more
Bet take his lick
For I send em up in gun smoke
Yeah
Front doe back doe

Written by:
Donovan Short

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