Coach Carter Lyrics

Juggin wit it all on the line

Tryna make uh dolla outta dime

Say he want pressure well it's time

Green light from coach Issa go

We got them boys on the ropes

My city love me i give hope

My youngins been stuck in the bowl

Heater wit me can get left in the cold

I know how it be when you broke

Desperate times ain't a joke

Watch where you reachin

Win or get even

Sit em down like we calling a meeting

All on the line like you live for a reason

Legends don't fade or just bop for a season girl of my dreams

Give me top for no reason

Hard as the cement she beg for my seamen

Running to the money can't stop

Whole half zip in da sock

12 been beating down da block

House phone jumping like da mf pot

Smell what granny cooking like da rock

Say they want my head Inna box

Spend a lil bread break a knot

Ruining up the money can't stop

S/o to da trappers and trappers only

Tryna pay his bills off trap money

If anybody ask he don't got money

Rainy day fund like uh way out

Use to go to sleep at the weigh house

Juggers outside on a steakout

Mobbin like uh hood day

Gotta bring da Jeep out

Granny took uh pill

It's da perfect time to creep out

Jesus take the wheel

Cause they tryna see what we bout

Gotta addd tax if a nigga take the cheap route

Hunnit round drum

They don't load up for fun

Bullets everywhere

Betta watch for the strays

Shooters onna roll like we at cascade

Gas hit back leave uh nigga inna daze

Tell em go to church if he tryna be saved

Deep inna field like uh baseball game

Running to the money can't stop

Whole half zip in da sock

12 been beating down da block

House phone jumping like da mf pot

Smell what granny cooking like da rock

Say they want my head Inna box

Spend a lil bread break a knot

Ruining up the money can't stop

Had love once but it's done for

Own fam play me like dumbo

Quan pull strings like a strumbone

What you say what it is

Better stand on it

Background came wit a stamp on it

Midas wit da touch put my hands on it

So much smoke get uh fan going

I could tell you was played boy i been knowing

Niggas ain't me

That's uh bad copy

Meltin in da heat

Issa dead body

Gotta keep the peace

Like uh chill day

Take her to the trap

Not a real date

Say she wit a thug

So she feel safe

Baby recognize

I got big weight

Known to cross lines

On a good day

This a way of life like suge say

Running to the money can't stop

Whole half zip in da sock

12 been beating down da block

House phone jumping like da mf pot

Smell what granny cooking like da rock

Say they want my head Inna box

Spend a lil bread break a knot

Ruining up the money can't stop