Plies - Worth Goin FED Fo Lyrics

[Chorus: x2]
I got a name in these streets
Plenty money to blow
Got whips 28's and jewelry to show
And ain't a ho I can't fuck I got hoes to loan
Just don't know if this shit worth goin' fed for

[Verse 1]
As soon as a nigga get knocked the streets call him dumb
When this shit hit the fan everybody run
I don't know a nigga yet who did this shit and won
Money mean nothing to ya if you ain't got a bond
The streets scared now cause everybody getting hung
Lawyers sittin' back sucking all a nigga fund
Said it ain't cool when the rapper got the gun
This shit a game to these crackers and they having fun
The nigga you thought wouldn't tell will be the first one
It'll take number one fuck up and a nigga done
Visitation room that ain't how I wanna see my son
But I don't think about none of this shit when i'm stuntin'

[Chorus: x2]

[Verse 2]
I don't know if 25 years worth 2 years of ballin'
That's a big pill to take and I ain't tryna swallow it
Fuck round and get jammed and all this shit falling
Take the streets from a nigga then a nigga starving
Tried to let it go the money kept calling
Streets been good to me got a nigga flossing
Same shit a nigga love be the shit that cost him
Money make niggas hate turn niggas salty
Go to prison now don't take me from my shawty
Bout time I get out he gon' be off in college
Game fucked up now cause all these niggas talking
I'm a street nigga I ain't got too many options

[Chorus: x2]

[Verse 3]
Nigga always told me to get in this shit and get out
But he ain't tell me bout all the laws and all the drama
You back to square one after a nigga break into your house
It's hard to come up shit when you gotta keep burnin' out
Is cars jewelry and hoes what it's all about
I don't know it lil' daddy I just want a nice amount
Just gave my lil' cousin eleven years for an ounce
You broke and fuckin' with these hoes they gon' ask you to bounce
And niggas buying shit now they can't even pronounce
Done fucked up so much money shit can't even count
Hope I don't wake up one morning wit them crackers in my house
With guns drawn on me and with enditment papers out

[Chorus: x2]