Lyrics:
the quick fix
Before you get a ticket
That's the way I live my life
I park for free
I park for free
I park for free
I park for free
I park for free
from my protegé
Every agent along the way is patient but blown away
US Customs would like you in a private meeting
In a minute I'm released, my ride
But she keep believing
Her ex prolly beat her
I wanted to grab up a Glock from the back and you know I proceed it
Ran back to her ex so I hadda delete
The truth hurr!
But the real shall live in the
Brother from another mother
And what that mean if you don't stand for
Sumthin then you goin fall for anything
sour
Used to have nightmares
Now i just dream of those in power
Getting devoured
But who can blame me
Like a thief on the street
You get burnt up
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
yah head fo I have to put ah slug in it
You can call me Murda don't you call me by my government
Never turn my back on my brothers that's ah covenant
did a show up in Texas with facing the boys
South park, fifth ward, nigga bringing the noise
Front row, nigga tatooed with TRU on his arm
That's
(Back in 19)
When you showed me everything
from behind the scenes
Didn't know what it would mean to me
eventually
I'd be lying
if I said I didn't want
ain't never had to live like that
Some of my homies got promoted in the trap
Some of my homies lying dead in a casket
You don't wonna grow up trying
his brother Abel's brains
In, the only motivation he needed was his own
Human disposition to violence
Whether you interpret
The Bible as literature
philly homie said dog what you tryna do?
Moving from the 215 to the 512
My Austin homie said, ain't too many live like you
Who move from the 215 to the 512
to keep it quiet
I was on a diet
So everytime I ate cookie I would have hide it
Eat the sweets in private
If someone ask who ate it, yeah you know I'm lying
Cold hands from New York
A voice within you cries, "Won't someone please help me
I'll do the same for you one day
If you should ever pass my way and need
the summertime we got the whole block blind
Some busta in a primed out Pinto poppin' game
Lying sayin' he goin' get the same thang
If you ain't ridin' wood,
is
I came in to eat like I opened the fridge
Don't say you about it I know
How you live don't do all
That talking just come off the
Hip my life a movie
Where my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where
The wind blows hard across the Texas plains
Makes some people go insane
While others quietly pray for rain
The's where we came from
Two boys
of the lake
The minister's daughter's in love with the snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl! We're almost home, yeah, c'mon
We
Now"
So I kept on trying, I kept on trying
I kept on trying, I kept on trying
You remember that summer in the city
With our roof deck on Park?
We let
and said
that I wasn't next
(Fuck)
Fuck do you expect
I'm from Dallas Texas
Just like any other city you can never get to greedy Long Live CT3
(R.I.P.)
If I
deceased by police
Im in another dimension there's no love and affection
With society fucked from all different directions
This isn't just for attention its
I'm appalled, you're gonna need Pall Bearers to carry the beat in its coffin
'Cause I go off like a light at bed
I'm King Kong when I bang my chest
I
baby dad, wassup with that
And I just hit the live, I'm in the yo
And I just copped a white tee, I put that bitch on outside the sto
She on the snow
I
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