[Intro] br Smooth it out br This is a story about the drifter br Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown br Who never planned on havin' so dick br Why me, huh? br br [Verse 1] br Some get a little and some get none br Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done br I was one who never had and always mad br Never knew my dad, mother fuck the fag br Where anywhere I did pick up, flipped the clip up br Too many stick-ups, cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups br I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed br My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out br I walked the strip, which is a clip, who wanna hit? br They got em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent br I threw in graves, I wasn't paid enough br I kept em long cause I couldn't afford a haircut br I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed br I got upset, I got a Tec and a banana clip br Was down to throw the led to any tellin' crackhead br I'm still livin broke, so a lot of good it would've did br Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none br Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one br Why when I was a kid and played out was a sad one br And always wanted to live like just a fat one br br [Chorus] br br [Verse 2] br A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects br Livin in the slums with bums, I sit and watch them br Why do I have to be like this? momma said I'm priceless br So I am all worthless, starved, and it's just for being a nice kid br Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though br Last stop to hell, I would've ended things a while ago br I ain't have jack but a black hat and napsack br Four squad stolen in cars in a blackjack br Drop that, and now u want me to rap and give? br Say somethin positive? Well positive ain't where I lived br I lived right around a corner from west hell br Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell br ...