Lyrics:
Chorus:
Hillwood
Hustlaz
You can't
See us
We run
Houston
Thousands
Of tons
First Verse:
I'll take my gun and make you run
'cause it really don't
仓库里面装满世界各地金银财宝
My vault is stuffed with world treasure
Daddy让我出门不要穿的那么高调
Daddy told me not to dress so flashy
像我这样的年轻人会被坏女人遇到
a young boy like me will run into
FOREVER,
HAPPINESS ENDS AT THE END OF A BEAUTIFUL TUNNEL,
NOW, FOREVER,
RUN RUN RUN AWAY, TO A LAND FAR AWAY,
WHERE THE HILLS ARE GREEN AND THE WATER IS
been the greatest
see the fact is, what you doing I did it
lames trying to clone my style, run with it
thats cool, I was the first one with it
you
[Puff Daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there,
Should there at any time become
A clear and present danger
Initiated by the radical elements
Threatening the operation of
The government
the Guerneys And a dozen gray attorneys
TV dinner by the pool I'm so glad I finished school
Life is such a ball I run the world from City Hall
Fish part 1
Sad to say I came from trauma
Daddy used to beat my mama
Magazines would doc the Drama
Drugs hidden under the lapa
Everybody knew our
Oooh daddy, I'm a scavvy boi
Oooh i just wanna make you proud
Live by the gun die by the bullet
Dick like a trigger, goes pop when I pull it
All
was taken by that snake in the grass
Should of stuck the nigga fast
Yeah, that motherfucking snake in the grass
We dropped our guards and he got
his blood in him
Hot temper, mama said he act just like her husband
Daddy never fucked with him, so the streets raised him
Isis blaming herself, she
a livin' he's a 'Lousiana
man Muskrat hides hangin' by the dozen,
even got a little bitty muskrat cousin Got 'em out
dryin' in the hot hot sun,
tomorrow
a president'll be a swat guy
That's like choosing which bullet you gon' get shot by
A drank and some hot fries
Slowly eating me up from inside to outside
climax when we changing spaces
Bottles of aces, run upon your body so I lick it and taste it
She fuck in different places, and the Bentley is her favorite
feelin'
Every time I come around
Shawty love me down
Run off on me like click clack
Mu gun out like take that
She make it do what it do when we doing
Now baby girl there ain't no more
That I can say
You know by now I want it more than anythang
If I walk away and just let you leave
You'll be stuck in
Surrounded by fake niggas and fake bitches
Tryna' get in my ear
What about gold diggers? yeah, all them
You Tryna get them some gig
Give me coochie from
to get it on, we marched upon the lawn
out in D.C., stated our word is bond on TV
Unfold the prophecy left in the cold by democracy
This whole world
thought that I'd be happy
Why didn't Daddy tell me that the devil's lies wear beautiful disguises
And I wore them all
There's nothing nothing nothing
Have a go
When the pubs all close
And have a go when they open
Then have a go by the traffic lights
Cut up or shut up, you're alright
(Bizzy)
Yeah, Daddy's the crackhead
Mama's just lookin' for love
Marijuana, weedman, little thug
We don't call him Steven
Breathin' in
to work with
'Cause right now I'm all it, kid, suck my dick, kid
Like your daddy did
Who the fuck you think you're talking to? (Me)
I'm known for
My hands are shaking
But I can still pour the mistake that I'm making
And I'll pour one more
It runs in my family, it runs in my blood
And just like
hides hangin' by the dozen,
Even got a little bitty muskrat cousin
Got 'em out dryin' in the hot hot sun,
Tomorrow Poppa's gone turn em into money
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