Barely Missing Prison - Big Scoob

Judge not, let you be not judge

For with judgement you pronounce that you will be judged

And with the measure you use, it will be measured to you

Why do you see the speck that is in your brother’s eye but you do not notice

the log that is in your own eye?

Or how can you say to your brother «Let me take the speck out of your eye»

When there’s a log in your own eye?

You hypocrite

Got to get it nigga

Ain’t nobody gon' give it to me, nah

So I stay driven, hunger pains, throbbing shooting through me

Lord’s dreams, lord’s schemes, lord’s appetite

Hit the road with the smelly, hope I wrapped it right

Wrong or right, it’s my life, I be living trife

Heard them birdies 'bout to touch, intercept their flight

Man my daughter need this car so we move tonight

If it’s fire, I’ma make these niggas see the light

Fallen angles, soul tangled in this greedy life

I used to lay and pray the Lord to save my soul at night

But now I know that I gots to do what I gots to do to get it

I can’t stop to think, just got to keep on moving with it

Pop the top and drink, inebriated, bull-headed

Enough to storm a bank and pass the plate like I’m a reverend

Steady stressing over paper, man this shit’s pathetic

But it’s embedded in my DNA I gots to get it

Wrong or right

Barely missing prison, nigga

Wrong or right

But I gotta make a living, nigga

Wrong or right

And can’t nobody change the fact that I gots to get that dough

Wrong or right

I do it for my kids, nigga

Wrong or right

Tie you up inside the crib, nigga

Wrong or right

And can’t nobody change the fact that I gots to get that dough

Wrong or right I gotta make a living

From the bottom, so I’m gutter driven

And I know I’m barely missing prison

But losing just ain’t in my vision

Wrong or right I’ma do what I gots to do

Barely make anything for my babies food

Fightin' in the ghetto where you’re supposed to lose

You choose

It ain’t a hard choice for me though

Sick of try’na make some paper fucking with this freak show

Gotta get up off my ass and take it to the streets, bro

Gotta get some money fast, I’m letting down my people

It’s man up or man down

Talking what you gonna do ain’t working in this damn town

Hands down I’m a bad muh’fucka

Talented with this music, plus I blast muh’fuckas

It’s Scoobie I breath ruckus

I’m claiming to be the toughest

And battle, defeat suckas

Don’t rattle when heat’s bussin'

I’m pulling the peace, brothas

Skedaddle, these feet touches

They dying when we rushing

Devour these weak suckas, nigga

Wrong or right

Barely missing prison, nigga

Wrong or right

But I gotta make a living, nigga

Wrong or right

And can’t nobody change the fact that I gots to get that dough

Wrong or right

I do it for my kids, nigga

Wrong or right

Tie you up inside the crib, nigga

Wrong or right

And can’t nobody change the fact that I gots to get that dough