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Yeah! This one goin` out to all the hustlers out there...Runnin` that shit back and forth, handlin` their business... Do what it takes to make it...Me and willie d about to take a trip to mississippi on your ass...Check it out!Mississippi here I come with three keysMy boys in the car full of fire armsI gotta make that dropI gotta outer-state plates so the cops are real hotI`m off on no vacationI`m not supposed to leave the state because I`m on probationI need a driver but who can I trust?Not Greyhound they got norks on the busI need somebody with some balls who wont slipBecause I`m payin` 900 for this big tripGot my boys and everything`s on so farNeed a fiend with a creditcardTo rip the call, gave the fiend the 8He was sold, loaded up the rideNow it`s time to hit the roadBut here comes the tough partI got a road to Louisiana, the dopeman`s graveyardSo I stopped poppin` no dopesRoadin` through hell I can`t afford to have my eyes closeNow I`m gettin` paranoid, spotted new folksAnd they was comin` up real hard so I had to play it coolPut on my seat belt and waved at them damn foolsLifted my seat back putted on my locsAnd told the driver dont stop till you get around some black folksBack in road, I got somethin` to eatDown me a forty and got right back in the streetsDrove for a while, now we finally hereTook me a shower, fresh clothes, now I need a bedMade a call to make sure that the drop was rightCause I dont transact no dope at nightI kinda thought somethin` was wrongCause the fool I was callin` he haven`t his ass at homeBut hell I let it passI left him message and told to get back real fastSee, my boys want some brew and some buttAfter all this drivin` Sho had to bust a nutWaxed the ass then I watched some TV, geeI got a call around threeI set the drop off to twelve noonI did the freak again and put her straight out of my roomUp the next morning, paid for the rooms we hadLoaded up my nine and rolled to the fool pathGot to his cribI told my boys:"Don`t kill him low! Give him the dope! Collect my money! We gonna hit the road!"Put the dope on the table, started countin` my moneyBut somethin` was wrong, I`m feelin` kinda funnyLike this clown was starvin` for timeThe whole whileI had my hand on the crome-plated nineYeah, I think it`s time for Sho to leaveI took one step and heard: "Freeze! Don`t breath!"And out of the blue comes the things my mother said:"I be in jail! All this dope would have me dead!"I can still see my baby mama on the floorOn her hands and knees beggin` me not to goHad my mind on the gripCould paid any hustler in the hood to take the tripDidn`t wanna spend that extra paperBein` greedy got me gaught up in this caperNow i`m face-down for the second timeDamn! I should had followed my first mindBecause now I`m in the cell where i`m gonna dieAnd Mississippi they get two years for P.I.And the judge wont set a bailI`m gaught up in this trap, the redneck hellIt had to be a set-up, seeBecause the snitch I dropped the dope to was runnin` around town freeWhile his bosses still stairin` meBut sits won`t lastBecause when I get out here I`m a bust a cap in his punk assAnd till then I gotta stair these wallsCause my moms phone don`t except collect callsCounty jumpers and some slippersI`m stucked no luck I should known from the start it was a set-up...

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