Lyrics:
do in Houston-Aye Houston
When you in Houston
Bumper kits, eighty fo's, trues, vogues
Coming down, riding slow
Hundred round drummer down by the flo'
CUSTOMER: Why?
MORTICIAN: He hasn't got shit all over him.
Scene 3
[clop clop]
ARTHUR: Old woman!
DENNIS: Man!
ARTHUR: Man, sorry. What knight lives in
from across the hall
[dr. dooom] we're ya neighbors next door down on the next floor
[jacky jasper] see ya at twelve midnight comin over
[jacky
Shooter and the victim
(Will live)
Loser and the victor
(Forever)
I'm the worst, even at my best
Especially when brain is directed by my chest
It's hard
door down and let my people in it
I'm here- commanding respect that's Amir
Luigi to Mario that be my kin
All about green, but keep red on the brim
I'm
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
take the three-eighty assassinate her like Selena?
I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
emergence
Superlative, you fabricated like the word absurditive
I'm rockin' this from here to where the Persians live
To Brooklyn where the merchants live
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
me not in 'Lo it's a problem
'Less it's a Champion suit, then I'm trappin'
(?) got all this 'Lo all from rappin'?
Used to have a nigga that was down
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
friends
I’ll just bring around 3 of my friends
But not no MC friends
I’ll bring around a couple unknown
Guys from my ends
You hold mic, they hold leng
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
the mic fighting, respect me
I'm from where it get down, machete your mother
Snatch your brother, scrap you down
You know the deal, when we do this,
prevent it from them, and they will be surrounded by that at which they used to mock
And if we give man a taste of mercy from us, and then withdraw it from
here to Michael Jones it
Mama say you live next door to the devil
You live in the moment
I-i-i be kickin shit just like Rodman did to camera man
I
It's one of the crazier stories we've heard of, guys (I know)
As it's unfolding it's like
Fuck Tory Lanez, okay? Now, I'm from Houston, and he's
earned my stripes
You know we had to see some game 7's
It ain't no option when you coming from the trenches
From South West Houston Texas, so the dub's my
the applause if you ain't live the anguish
You and your vision up at three am
Two hours of sleep before you clocking in
Then you right back, cuz the grind truly
at him hidin'
Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'
H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S
We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath
From
by any means (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Strung out all dope sniffers from
The Northside and fucked 'em, that methamine
Youngin' got on that Meth'
He be lookin'
Man I get a lot of thoses
When the money stack
Yea I knock em down domino
Coming with the Mac
Front door
Through da Back
Cause I know these rap dudes
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
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