[Chorus: repeat 4X]
  (Back 2 Da Basics Overlaps the Chorus)
  Doing The Same Ol Thang
  
  [Da Unda Dogg]
  Back 2 Da Basics where I wont sale yak
  see I got get back mothafuck the jacks
  strapped me a gat just in case of the rap pack
  I got another five to survive
  my boss keep sweatin' me workin' me fo days
  shit can a nigga get a raise
  man I got a child to support and this ain't workin'
  can't pop yay cuz the police is lerkin'
  it's gettin to point where I'm bout to say fuck it
  jackin' muthafuckas in a bucket
  can't I be back where I started straight cold hearted
  my family would look at me retarded disregarded
  because I must get risk legit
  a couple Benz and a kit and they can't do shit
  see they got theirs, and y'alls got y'alls
  and now its time to get mine and plus I got balls
  boss fo a sec as nigga run a check on this microphone
  to see if its on
  
  [Chorus]
  
  I called a few friends
  and see if they could front me some ends
  they all talking about it depends
  what you need it fo, now ain't that strange
  how money make a muthafucka change
  and I bout had it with this job choppin down woods
  while my homies choppin ki's in the hood
  livin' good, and I can't stand one mo case
  because the judge would throw the fuckin book in my face
  that's why everybody is willin' to die
  to get a fat piece of the pie
  im coming up dry, my pockets is chapped
  im thinking about pimpin' the hoods up with the gat
  silly of me how dumb could I be
  its time to make a call to the homie MD
  can a nigga get plugged, I heard you got juice
  and I got a few I'll like to produce
  don't sweat the style cuz I got flow
  that why I called yo ass to let you know
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Now everythings fine no more grime
  the feds can't stick me with no more time
  i told my boss that he could kiss my black ass
  cuz being on this team, the longer its gone last
  i made my rounds threw the jordans down
  and off to the crest hittin' zest by the pounds
  no more settin' trippin unless you want to trip
  wit my zest hit yo ass like a Vietnam vet
  I bet I'll go far if I could be a star
  eatting chitlings and ham and I could give a damn
  bout Uncle Sam because my army's getting paid
  hittin' with the lyrics they know they can't fade
  so I stop scheming up a mission to plot
  avoiding three huints and a cop
  I got to give a shoot fo my homies in the pin
  cuz without yo help I'll never get in'
  gave a in' to my mom and I drop the bombs
  like the homeboy rhomes
  Im Back 2 Da Basics
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Doin Doin the same ol thing huh
  Doin the same old thing