Curt Blizzo - i Rather blam at da cops Lyrics

I rather eat crumbs wit bums any day then eat steak witta mf crab
I rather get a bomb of yae & serve jays nickels before I dickride niggaz witta bag
If it ain't bout dis
Then I ain't bout dat
If the plan ain't flip
Then it must be a backhand fool ass move fa the money in ya mattress
This a jack-move nigga where it's at

I rather be left alone then be fake
I rather give props first before I hate
I rather have a spot bunkin witta buncha junkies
Then to work fa mini- mum wage

I rather have one proper then a whole roster cuz deez ho's ain't talking bout nothin
I rather have one shooter n the cut
Then hang with a whole gang full of punks
I rather get mo time n the joint
Then to snitch
I ain't never been a pointer
Pops told me I rather you be honest but when it come to police nigga you don't ever
My point is

I rather stand on da block
Then to go out
I rather blam at the cops
Then to go quiet
I rather sleep n the doghouse in my draws then
Hear that mf'n ho mouth

I rather lose all my hoes
Paper chasin I swear
Cuz when it's gone no one
No where around ya
I rather be bout my dough
Cuz I never lost no one
That was ever worth sumn
I rather get money

I rather lose all my hoes
Paper chasin I swear
Cuz when it's gone no one
No where around ya
I rather be about my dough
Cuz I never lost no one
That was ever worth sumn
I rather get money

I rather go fed then be out here beggin
Rather kick shit wit my mom & daddy
Rather twist spliffs wit my partner dem
I rather chill wit women then a bunch of niggaz
Rather take the kids out & play wit dem
Rather whip the Benz to the spot
I rather have a pot piss in a glock fa bullshit & all my niggz witta bond
I rather be traveling on da regular
Rather have my dawg livin better
Rather wake the dead and bring shawty back
Like yeah boy you sumn like Jesus
Rather blue faces over green ones
Rather count it up wit my fingers
Rather hands on
Cuz it's done wrong if somebody else doin it believe me

Rather have a Good girl over sneaky
Rather getta Lil some then be greedy
I'll rather Have something I can show for it
Then some old stories on the street

Rather get money
Then gettin geeked
Rather not talk
When it's bout beef
Rather be cautious
Rather keep da forty close
Cuz I rather it you then me
Straight up

I rather lose all my hoes
Paper chasin I swear
Cuz when it's gone no one
No where around ya
I rather be bout my dough
Cuz I never lost no one
That was ever worth sumn
I rather get money

I rather lose all my hoes
Paper chasin I swear
Cuz when it's gone no one
No where around ya
I rather be bout my dough
Cuz I never lost no one
That was ever worth sumn
I rather get money