Static, Quik, you're not a gangster, we're not static Some believe in love and some believe in friends But, niggaz, like me believe in making ends 'Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around You know the money's got you safe and sound Now I'm 'bout to take it back to '84, when I was fourteen Kickin' back in the trees, West Side, if you please And, four-thirty-six, West Spruce was the spot With me, Wayne, Mike, Shot, Nookie, Slug and Rock Donzelly, if ya with me, than let that shit, kick If your head ain't spinning from dippin' all them sticks 'Cause way back in the day they used love a wet baggie Screaming, HORALE, ESE, with them laces on a caddy And you couldn't deny a hit from that Buddah, Tye Going round and round the driveway, now it's coming my way And I'm zoned out at a young age And the whole spruce street was my stage Peep, now back then I was in the eighth grade, steady But niggaz, my age was getting paid, already Yeah, like that nigga, Zam or even young, Blue They made they first million by the age of, twenty-two Like, Dan from Cedar block, him and little Motor James from Piru Street, with them boulders Rest in peace, little Noopy, he didn't have to brag Rollin' to the tenth grade in a Fint, '0' rag Well, goddamn, how can I be down? I ask my sister, Jack for some help and she told me, look around Nigga, they don't sell dope, it sells itself While they kick back and just collect the wealth And now I'm thinking, ain't nothing fly, about these dirty ass, khakis T-shirt dingy, prowings tackie This could be a way to flip that little, funky, twenty dollars, that I earned Right then, is when I learned that Some believe in Jesus, some believe in Allah But niggaz like me, believe in making dollars 'Cause even when, yo, niggaz, wanna be untrue You know the money's still good to you Yes, yes Some believe in love and some believe in friends But niggaz like me, believe in making ends 'Cause even when, yo, bitch wants to trick around You know the money's got you safe and sound Peep, I gets a dub on the first and fifteenth, for a fact So, instead of spending it up, I gave my money to Jack Now she jump in the Regal and said, "I'll be right back" When she came in, she put me down with a plastic sack I turned my forty into eighty and that was my profit I'm keepin' my rocks in the house and not in my pocket Sister, Jackie in the kitchen with some boiling water, baking soda Fresh powder, baby bottles, making more boulders Checking a fat grip, slanging rocks to tricks Donzelly, dippin' sticks, went and bought 'em a six And five-hundred, block, peach, running thangs, ya see Moving gallon after gallon and key after key I'm telling you, I done, seen it all From, niggaz, hitting the Sherman and the pass out on the wall From cluckers, wanting a hit so bad, they let there panties fall Teeth rotten, hair gone and whole checks, get blown But then, I'm still breaking these pebbles like Bam Bam Saved them, splitting rocks, to the 'em, tic-toc I went from wearing khakis to Sergio Teccini While my rocks is disappearing like the great Houdini I bought a gang of clothes, all of my equipment And getting somthing new with each and every shipment Money gets made and money gets spent And how these jealous niggaz acting, only makes it evident that Some believe in Jesus, some believe in Allah But niggaz like me, believe in making dollars 'Cause even when, yo, niggaz, wanna be untrue You know the money's still good to you Yes, yes Some believe in love and some believe in friends But niggaz like me, believe in making ends 'Cause even when, yo, bitch wants to trick around You know the money's got you safe and sound Check, now in 1981, moved away to L.A. My niggaz, playa, Ham and Gina gave me a place to stay On my way up from bottom rock, bitches, starting to jock 'Cause my hair is getting longer and games, getting stronger To pull my own weight, I went and got me a job But by then, Ham and Gina really started to squab About weather, I should go or stay She told him either he goes or you go, we both was on our way So, he moved and took me with him on, two-thousand-one, Browning Clowning with playas, all around me, just astounding My nigga, pimpin, Carl got staring with that hair an Rolling up and down the street in that, rag seven with Darren Shaby, blue feathered, as he swerved In the 'E l Co-P, 6, park away from the curve Big jam, L.A Mike, Darryl, Nicki on the bike That nigga Top Big Shane, and Tweed rolling up the weed And hoes, just come and go in and out Revolving door, leaving with some, nut in they mouth I'm making a living of pimpin' so you fools can't trip 'Cause even though, I love God, I also love my grip Some believe in Jesus, some believe in Allah But niggaz like me, believe in making dollars 'Cause even when, yo, niggaz, wanna be untrue You know the money's still good to you Yes, yes Some believe in love and some believe in friends But niggaz like me, believe in making ends 'Cause even when, yo, bitch wants to trick around You know the money's got you safe and sound Ooh, yeah, safe and sound, yeah Safe and sound, baby, ooh, yeah Safe and sound yeah, safe and sound Gotta let you know, gotta let you know Gotta let you know, Compton's in the house