Lyrics:
life shit, it just don't sit on my charm
Take my kindness for weakness then you're not strong
Whole city remind me when I'm gone
When I was down bad,
Hello!
When I woke up in a burned out swamp it really killed my Houston vibe
I waded through the streets I once had known, the last one left among
let's mingle my bitch wit da three some
I break on a bitch like I'm Sweet
Now she geeking
I gave her some sause if she leave I'm a hit
Death by
you should have yours (uh-huh)
'Cause it won't be no warnings when it's time to go to war (what)
New York City
That's where I'm from (uh-huh, Tony
screaming on these records that I'm rich
Calling people from my number now I block it
Cause there's nothing worse then getting haunted by a stalkin' ass
tryin to fuck everyone of these hoes that come through the door (Hoe)
Bitch I'm a boss from the top of my dome, all the way to the floor (Hoe)
Man this
him
Let them know something
My OG said I'm too smart just to be up in the streets Keep going and they gone name the block after me.
Well I mean, hoop
come
I'm Godzilla, when they see me they run
On 37th, used to run from the Bloods
The undercovers gotta duck when they come
I moved out and in
with a stick fuck a stock clip
Like I was from Houston how I'm chillin with the rockets
Talking all the shit lil homie we gone pop it
Do it on my I don't
I'm gone
Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle
Prominent premier, premium bravo
Watch him explain ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though
That you down to ride if u jumpin da ship
I want all my people focused on something
Cause we got a gift
But y'all gettin mad
When I'm keepin shit real
I
in my ride
And I'm fried, PA nigga worldwide
From the west side, fool!
Yeeeah, I'm serious! And this is
One of three sixteens!
Yeeeah, ya bastards!
killed when on
Bitch come and dust my throne
Stand from grandmother's porch to
My executive Porsche
Now I'm driving through London alone
With a Parisian
(Paperwork) wanna swing Bentley door
Blow smoke through the roof
Everything got a cost
They gone need something on you (Paperwork)
Picture me in '93
I'm
said now
I'm His pupil, yes, no retina
He done preached it from the mountain
And three thousand all believed it
And He called me on the campus
And I
Freedom Ring”, show me freedom again
I just wanna live wealthy and free with the pen
But this country want me dead, or never free from the pen
When we all
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
me Jim Baker from Ohio
To Texas we so infectious A-T-L to S-T-L is going to be hard to catch us I'm talking
Bout weed, pills, sippin' on bar,
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
seems
Ain't ever gone broke we gettin' it by any means (Nomad Houston)
Who me
I'm more Coogee in a Coogee (aye)
Put the Uzi straight where your tooth be
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
to her spirit kin
It was warm in the lodge in the Kentucky hills
On the day when the boy came in
Then a blizzard came down and it covered up the door
a pimp just to give to his whores
I'm just one of the fourty thieves 'bout to get through this door
Take game from a nigga with game and make change
"Your challengers are a young group from Houston
Welcome, Beyoncé, Lativia, Nina, Nicky, Kelly and Ashley
The hip hop rappin' Girls' TYME"
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