Lyrics:
mastered the way (Huh)
No taijutsu brodie fighting a case
Catch us luck less that's the reason we train
I've got a King by my side
Ace always down when we
All the way from the mid-west
Coming at you with some out that
Down south, UGK, Port Author type shit
Know what I'm saying?
I'm not the one, I told
down
Up north or down south
Mid-west can get you touched
Westside would make you lunch
Get clapped in the afternoon
By some fuckin goons that would make
better keep it on you when you come to South Central
Keep a gun when I ride by, just in case they want a trip, got me watching for that drive-by
Bullets
South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
For chumps tryin to stop my flow
And what they don't know will
S.C.F.F.
Never switch up, no we never shuffle (Naw)
Lil ni**as with a lotta muscle (Strong)
And a lot of heart, see it in the hustle (Now the money
mouth is curse words
Pops a Mexicano, never cared much for the states
He owns a villa south of Juarez and be packing up them crates
He never misses
sire
Thought you was on top
(I'm tha King)
I pass right by ya
I will not stop and I won't retire
I came, I saw, I conquered with no big names
(I'm tha
Stay with
Faith
Live
Patient
Don't you quit
And make shit
Make with
Aches
Can't fake
In matrix
So please guys
Felines
Keep eyes
Ears by
These lines
out played, there'll be no reachin'
Ballin' in Dirty South wit' no creases
And all I see is more F-in' iced out Jesus pieces
The rock over
prices climbing
There's no sympathizing with h-s like f-ing Cardi B
Been rapping prophecies but your fact's a comedy
Your status parked South, you react
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
I just rolled a backwood of some s**t ion know the name to
Tryna keep composure kuz a n***a on that drank too
I just realized won’t no day go by that
and you come up missing, money's afloat and you are not missing, when you F*** with mine, that's when i stop the bullS*******/ She wants to come home
L.I.F.E
L.I.F.E
L.I.F.E
Yea Uh
Started with a dream
Of luxury so supreme
Cups full of pennies
Multi million dollar schemes
Tears down my face
Watched
Modern Day Mountain Man MaxMusic 1981 Words and Music by Mark Chrisler
F# B
I pick my shirt up off the floor and tuck it into my
right before I do the Grammy's
I do a show with Puff Daddy way out in South Miami
[Mistah F.A.B.]
Hey look I'm only in town for a night
And when I
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
to you as soon as you are grooving
Welcome to station W E F you N K, better known as We-Funk
Or deeper still, the Mothership Connection
Home
the Chevrolet slide
As I dip and make a trip to the South side, yeah
Rollin' in my six-four
What all the bitches sayin'?
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop
the Chevrolet slide
As I dip and make a trip to the South side, yeah
Rollin' in my six-four
What all the bitches sayin'?
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop
stop (repeat 4X)
Step into a world, where there's no one left
But the very best, no MC can test
Verse Three: KRS-One
Uhh, uhh, South Bronx
You sitin
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