Lyrics

See that old man sacked out
On the corner, cracked out
Wonder where’s his family now
He really must’ve blown it
Maybe what blew his mind
Was Martin Luther King died
Got a street named after him
With niggas sellin’ crack on it
And I’m the grandson of a preacher and gangster
So my soul needs an answer
I need money for these bills
Ask anybody from New Orleans man
When the wind blows being broke will get you killed

You shake your ass for the devil and pray he don’t get ya
Shake your ass for the devil and pray he don’t get ya
You won’t own your own soul by the time he’s through with ya
You shake your ass for the devil and pray he don’t get ya

Vengeance is mine sayeth the lord
Guess half the world is working too slow
I’m just tryin’ to stack dough for me and mine
If a bomb hits my block, shit it’s time to go
I drink to go to sleep, smoke weed when I’m depressed
Coffee to wake up, cigarettes for stress
Slide a five between the thighs of that pretty girl doin’ pole tricks
‘Cause I know how hard it is to make a livin’

Shake your ass for the devil and pray he don’t get ya
You shake your ass for the devil and pray he don’t get ya
You won’t own your own soul by the time he’s through with ya
You shake your ass for the devil and pray he don’t get ya

How can you be a good man in this big bad world
Where baby angels grow to be so mean
And some of these cats been doin’ dirt for so long
Only a blood bath will wash them clean
He said stay strong son, sing your songs man
Remember you’re only as good as your last hit
And if you ever find yourself in a fight for your life
It’s better to be judged by twelve than carried by six