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I worked the rigs from three to midnight
On the Corpus Christi Bay
I'd get off and drink till daylight
Sleep the morning away
I had a plan
of the dead tonight
People are being forced to live like animals
We are desperate
No one says the federal government is doing a good job
And hundreds
their tunes
Out on the streets and you could hear from inside
Used to take the subway up to Houston and 3rd
I would wait for you and I'd try to hide
Enthralled by the thirst, thoughts of a deviant man
Intoxified, thoughts of taking life
No live are mourned, no cares, nothing more
Two worlds
a gangsta
These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan

For nearly three summers, I was known by
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Proverbs 3:6, 1 Peter 5:8, Matthew 16:24

Smell the burning powder?
There's danger in the air
A voice from
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
a map and take a trip down south
Come on over to Houston Texas welcome to the Swisha House
It's the land of the trill
I'm coming live from the block
I
[Intro][Cam'Ron]
Killa
Lil' Flip (Uh-huh)
Houston Harlem
Dipset in the building (yes, sir)
Let's get ready to do this shit, Yo

[Verse One]
live my life all over
It wouldn't matter anyway
I never could stay sober
On the Corpus Christi Bay

Now my brother lives in Houston
He married for
I'm a sister with a grip on her life 
I only live once so I gotta get right 
The first time 'cause there won't be a second 
I'm not in the mood
a gangsta
These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan

For nearly three summers, I was known by
a gangsta
These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan

For nearly three summers, I was known by
a gangsta
These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan

For nearly three summers, I was known by
and you could hear from inside
Used to take the subway up to Houston and 3rd
I would wait for you and I'd try to hide

And love won't play any games with
gotta be a better way
You got to, you got to, you got to
You got to, you got to
Put the guns down, put the guns down
From Chicago to L.A
Houston
from Homes?

Mi querida... Centro América
Aqui en Houston ganando mi feria
En la esquina la vida es fina
Le pido a Dios que me cuide a mi niña
livin the lavish life 

Ghetto, fabulous 
Money make the world go round so let's handle this 
Ghetto, fabulous 
Broadcastin live from Los Angeles
[Hook 2X]

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Jelly sickle
Look at how that jelly trickles
Down his elbows
And you can smell those
Playa haters from Calabassas
make me none
Slip through the hood, dope I could
Deliver my life the best I could
Robin Hood, youngest crook
Here they come now watch y'all look
Go by
stand another fight
The studio boss fired me, my future's been shot by

Chorus
The Three Martini Lunch
Things will get better soon, I gotta hunch
from Homes?

Mi querida... Centro América
Aqui en Houston ganando mi feria
En la esquina la vida es fina
Le pido a Dios que me cuide a mi niña
Black cloud on the sun, i turned my collar up
And walked from your door up to the county road
Oh yeah, what luck, the timing's been rough on us
rejectedly by the door
Doesn't Lenny live here anymore?
Are you sure?
You sit at the desk

To lose your life in a letter
But the words don't seem to come
he could only read her mind, she'd say:

Buy me a rose, call me from work
Open a door for me, what would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in