Lyrics:
name on my jersey like I play with that team
I'ma H-Town nigga and we bang (SCREW TAPES!)
And them FEDS kick in yo door you about to (LOSE WEIGHT!)
So
that peach but I know that ass came straight from Houston"
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, real hot girl shit)
I got hits, all these hatin'-ass hoes,
on the elevator, hops off the six floor
Knocks on the door of room 604
Gets greeted by the biggest pair of thighs you want to see
With a pair just like a mona
check the remix
See the level I'm on they wanna be on
'Cause I'm a star and I shine like neon
Lyrically gun a man down like Leon
And he’s a battyboy
So
away my old heat
You chose to oppose me? Who the fuck you supposed to be?
Mechanical and summer hill is on three that roll wit' me
No hoes wit' me,
lungs out
I'ma walk in, I clutch it like it's a war house
All your bitches that bust it, they live in your house
What goes up come down, my nigga,
I'ma tell you three bitch-ass hustlers that I don't like
One of 'em is a bitch-ass nigga who just got a job
And with his first check he gon' score
opting for everything to be safe
And comfortable in our daily lives
So no amount of messiness can
Enter when we are
In this mode it is because we feel
That
Houston we've had a problem
Which Universe will you choose today
Choose Your Reality
Where Would You Rather Be
Options are 1 Thru 3
Wake Up
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
the fuck is my water
Look, Aye Aye
A lot of people counted me out
Like I was down three one
And since I’m going to Houston
I ain’t never been no peon
I ain’t
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
with J from Houston and I think it should be
But when I'm out in L.A., I fuck with Ice-T
$hort Dog is my OG, we been down forever
Taught me
takes over me
As soon as I go home and close the door
Kinda feels like déjà vu
I wanna get away from this place, I do
But I can't and I won't, say I
Today should be a time of grand celebration
My first council occasion, my job placement
Today marks the first of three
Ceremonies that signify
down in Houston
Trunks pop, tops drop
Trunks keep popping
Tops keep dropping down in Houston
Trunks pop, tops drop
And you laced on the game, that
the hell these boys keep talking like you gon fail
Cause they think that bar been raised so high,
that I can't match them sales
(well can you) yeah nigga
Try to play me and I'm taking thirty shots, like I'm a
Great
I'm from the Apple, but I'm heavy from the H
To the H, that's Harlem to Houston more
Try to play me and I'm taking thirty shots, like I'm a
Great
I'm from the Apple, but I'm heavy from the H
To the H, that's Harlem to Houston more
the roof
What it gon do, what it gon be, got Delgado up on dat beat
Bringing dat heat, bringing dat noise, I'm en fuego up on the chorus
Three sixty, like
[Cam'ron] (intro)
You do what you do where you live
I do what i do where i live
That's what makes me nigga, and that's just the way it is nigga
uhh,
of the rings
Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3
But I bet i be loaded like glocks on a sting
Only pour red i do not do the green
Only want bread i do
had in store for this day
Quickly, he burst out of bed, launched out his bedroom door like a rocket shooting into the sky
He leaped down the steps
that Staten Island, hoe
Who gives a fuck where you from?
Raise your thugs up
North north
Three 6 Mafia
Raise your thugs up
Three 6 Mafia runnin'
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