Artist: 4 Deep Album: Another Day in the Jungle Song: Doin' Bad - Goin' Bad Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch (If I'm making $500 a night why should I go to McDonald's and work and make 3.25 an hour?) [ VERSE 1: Koo Rod ] I ain'sta struggle all my life and don't have shit I'd rather gamble with death and come up quick Have fun and if I die young, oh well Fuck it, I had a stroke of bad luck But shit, there's money to be made, so I gotta make it And I'll be damned if I let another nigga take it I done made up my mind, I can't turn back Illegal business is my trade, I manufacture crack Cause a nigga gotta survive in yo society So comin up, fool, is top priority So if it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense Pullin up lint don't pay the fuckin rent I'm gettin paid, so motherfuck your welfare Got my girl stressed, pullin out her motherfuckin hair Cause she don't know if she's gonna eat today Have a place for her and my kid to stay So I had to step in to provide for her Cause that son of a bitch Uncle Sam lied to her Hard work paid off, so now it's peace time So baby get your ass out the fuckin cheese line From now on, hoe, you can have it yo way And if you want every fuckin day is yo day Bein broke ain't no motherfuckin joke So if I gotta do it, huh, I'ma sell my dope ( ? ) was all a nigga had I'm doin bad, so I'm goin bad (I ain't goin out like a sucker) (If I gotta do it, huh, I'ma sell my dope) [ VERSE 2: Klas 1 ] I was born dyin, so it don't help me to play I wish I could escape and break the yellow tape I'm only 16, I'm headed straight to prison Kill or be killed - even though I'm a Christian And my mama say I won't make 20 Straight to my grave is where she needs to send me And plus I'm disobedient I guess I'm just like pops - not worth shit But now I got a plan, G To run away from the crib cause my family don't understand me So now I'm on the move smokin Indo Gotta keep my eyes on the front and the back do' And at school it's the same shit So I dropped out the bitch and jumped in the dope click I might as well since my homies did it Yeah, I'm afraid but I'm gettin paid, so I won't admit it And plus I got a chance to come up quick Stick a Puerto-Rican and that's a big lick I got him for his Jeep and a couple of G's Now I'm kickin up dust like an OG But I still got a choice to make Stay my ass in the game or try to make a clean break Yeah, I'm headed for a quick death But I gots to come up for my goddamn self I guess it's straight to a grave for a nigga like Chad I'm doin bad, so I'm goin bad (I ain't goin out like a sucker) (If I gotta do it, huh, I'ma sell my dope) [ VERSE 3: Koo Rod ] What can I do, what can I do, I really don't know All I know's I'm fuckin tired of bein broke, hoe I tried to live my life the way my mama taught me to "Stay in school, get a job and go to church, Koo" Got my diploma and that bullshit degree Straight to unemployment's where that motherfucker sent me Since times are hard I try to pray every day, G Went to the preacher man to see if he could save me But he can't help me cause he's caught up in that spotlight Just another politician preachin for the gay rights Where could I turn, how could I do the fuckin right thing? That's when I went out and got off in this dope game Now ever since that day I'm hunted as a fugitive If that's the price I gotta pay fuck it, I gotta live I ain'sta be broke but now bitch Got me all fucked up with that minimum wage bullshit A 9 to 5, I'd rather serve 25 ( ? ) I'm doin bad, so I'm goin bad