Lyrics:
the city where I'm from
As a kid to who I become live to get what I want
Chi town the city with the best skylines
Born there that's home there in my
it's been such a long time
Since I've seen old Jackson town.
I could be on the other side of the world,
But in my memory, all I can see
Is Spanish
vaginas wet like the river walk by chene
I'm live at the fox theatre
It's a hip hop major event
Present the city tomb raiders
Cinderblock gladiators,
building, they're building lives inside this yarn town, this yarn town
It was my home, eighteen years
Forever gone and never coming back
I felt it wrong,
One Man down
I live by his grace
I'm the best in making
And I'm here to make history (hey)
I drop the gbédu non stop
For my People to turn up
And when
hadn't died
And conquered all the fear
Joe and girls
Stayed close by in town
Had their own struggles
But they're made it work out
Pete and Liz
Really get
for real (what else?)
Long live Slick, welcome home Lord Chill
They know that my blow be the real deal, Holyfield (blocks)
East Warren to Cadillac
They'll suck the Merrill from your bones
Chase the children and their parents from their homes
They'll Bear the blow up on Fifth Ave
And leave
to di real soldiers
More than decade passed since mi left mi home town
An mi deh yuh meet a couple real round yuh
Whole heap a support
Encouraged by
Run The Town
Written by K. Edwards, C Lawson, D Henry
Produced by KLC The Drum Major & Don Juan of FullPack
Record Label Overdose Empire
VERSE 1
Run The Town
Written by K. Edwards, C Lawson, D Henry
Produced by KLC The Drum Major & Don Juan of FullPack
Record Label Overdose Empire
VERSE 1
Look like Janet Jackson
That bitch came over lookin'
More like Freddie Jackson
Nah, nah, nah, baby
Won't be no time for no action
I'm just gon' play this
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
In reality I'm just an average Joe
to B.Y.'s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, y'all niggas need to get real, or get killed!
The 4-fifth, call the men
nigga started this shit
[Chorus]
Be careful what you ask for, Joe got bagged
He got knocked by the feds for some things in his past
Now he rattin'
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
C.I.'s
Truth or die, shoot the five, uncivilized to B.Y.'s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, why'all niggas need
beg, just don't walk away
Janie don't you take your love to town
Sitting here while you're fast asleep
In the bathroom by the sink
Trying
action like I’m Joe Jackson
Damn, who got beef
I feel like Lil Scrappy in this bitch
Young dog spitting bars, Lil Scrappy in this bitch
Nigga stuck inside
I reckon you all don't know me at all
I just got here today
My home is way down in a little town
It's not so far away
Everybody for miles around
(You're a Wizard Harry)
Ayo, I got a pistol and it's staying by me
I got a lot of issues, so my death is anticipated highly
That was me
Salt of the earth
We like our whiskey strong
Play our music loud
Get things done by the sweat of our brow
Here in cowboy town, yeah cowboy town
That's
away home
Cus' we got a monster in town
Hey, you better run away home
Cus' we got a monster in town
Tonight I left the safe zone
Maybe shoulda stayed
We tried to send em some help out by the water Im Phelps
Niggas is sad, stuck in the hood like a belt
Ain't got it on me, let's check my account They
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