Lyrics:
knowledge
for niggaz that's full of flodgin
Its guaranteed to get fucked up
by them real mobsters killa killa killa
Whatcha gonna do, is yo color red or blue
Dumb
Still coming in with d coupe
Winning now u can tell by my nike
Shoes
Tell dem mo'fuckers check it
Then I wreck
Banging all the L's
Take off like
eyes
I can see the blue skies
Sittin on a beachside
By a pine in the shade
I close my eyes
I'm seated on a train
I close my eyes
cnd Believe it for a day
caught spot, shoe stomp on street
Tape deck plays and the reels will spin
Suburb sound close down as boom-bap begin
My red face hide in the shade
us
You don't want to see this Mo' Thug clique
To swift to be faded
Just hated by them foes
Throw blows, bow down hoes
Mo' Thug handle this like
It's Nfl Wrecords and we wrecking on your Dray beats
Peacemaker in the stronghold and we compliment streets
I've done paid my dues and the receipts
believing some day you'll return
To the streets of New York from my tower of song
I come down to work where the common folk throng
In my famous blue shirt
that's rude bruh
Learn to follow yo' rules bruh
Set by every real street nigga who kept it G and paid dues bruh
Fake n***** just line 'em up
Watch in
streets on lock (lock)
Other niggas block roll but
My block never stop (stop)
Don't you know I'm pushin rocks
Stashin cash in your socks
Young TOE and Pimp
don't bake
We ain't into basics
Red pill
Blue pill
Yeah we in the matrix
Classy
Spicy
Yeah she want to taste this
On the way
(On my way)
stayin' true
And it's a legend in H-Town like DJ Screw my candy
Yes my candy is so sweet
Fadin' niggas on these streets
People watch as I ride by
In
a game
You in yo final fantasy
I been the field standing right where Peyton Manning be
Send a couple shots at you bullets like a hail Mary
Inspired by
your love told that bitch get off me
Riding through the city with my new thing
Riding with the same Glock but a new beam
And I'm by myself don't need
on Worldstar, plus I'm Worldstar
You might have seen me once before
In ya girl car
Drumma Boy the name, but I go by D-Boy
Fresh nigga never known to miss a beat
or my advocate
My face is blue, it's like the weight gon' make me crack
Prepared to face the truth or you still waiting for the facts? Hmm
My people
started getting too close
So I stay with my guys that been by my side
'Cause I know they gon' ride 'til the car can't drive
New drip, had to pick up
takin no mo losses
Smokin blunts by the boxes
Drinkin beers by the cases
Momma taught us right from wrong
But these Houston streets is what raised us
some blue Allstars
Passin by on them thang, it's a brown MC
Niggaz goin buffin DPG (Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound)
Niggaz mad Dogg bumpin a bank account
the only man thats walked on the moon
Holding heaven by the chain choker cuties in the room, move
Love, and im doing that again
Weighing heavy on my
don't want static
I'm focused on them fucking bands
I'm not hurt by You acting
Now hoe you look into my eyes
You can tell I'm a savage
I move around solo
the latest My latest bihh say that late
Thats the latest news
The new me done came along from the lambo feeties
Now I fly over baby blue
Cloud 9 mercedes
faces of tasteless racists
This is basic training for most black men
Whose hymns sound like summer nights south street freestyle cyphers
Where we spit
what happened in the street
A villain on the vinyl an analog outlaw
A lot of gats on your DAT taped southpaw
You thuggin when the mics plugged in
Barkin
rappin in the stu until my shit blue (That's law)
Bullets keep flyin
So niggas keep dyin
Being mo than what my city gave me I’m forever grindin (Always
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