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I was born on the south wind u s central south end
Texas heat melt the concrete burn your mouth friend
Where I been we worked outside
Growing up

those nights
Watch for po-po lights
Another day another almost fight
And these my Illtown Chronicles, always ballin up at Soveral Park
The Pop Warner

up all the extras
All my niggas with the extras
Shake a nigga for his necklace
Shoot it out turn to Texas
XD with that long horn
Block popping like pop

send the message
Say that she from Texas
Pull up in a Lexus
I'm talking Dominos
Deep dish pizza rims
They gon freak on him
He not clean like him
Call me

the corner
Me and super jud go back like pop warner
I know you trying to stack I hate they put them cops on you
I had to escape crystal clear through this shit

the disrespect Is blatant
Took my brother and pops
Got no love for the Opps 
How you gonna give me life for Selling weed on the block
Out for you and me got no

town drippin’ with gangstaness
Gotta wear a Nerf bulletproof gangsta vest
Breathin’ Central Texas allergens
Always gotta pack an extra handkerchief
Kids

me 
Meet him at his Granny's
I Asked him where he stayed 
He said 11th Street
Said ain't that HTG
He told me yes Indeed
Shit my pops wasn't playing

in a rango

Dripping in a essential's

We in the east lets take a trip to the central

Act tuff i'm telling bro to come get you

Like you don't want

it low until its time to pop it off
I put my foot down then I let this rocket off
All these fear advertisements need to knock it off
Don't you ever be

Class-sick
You are Pop Warner I am Botswana hot
Pop and swatting mosquitoes blocking the sun
Top spot I am Spock
You are not Star on a Trek
Back wita stroke,

Throughout the cold nights we be cashin in
Makin dollars, makin shit pop around here
Fiends, niggas and cops and gangbangers rule my block
My

Born in Dallas Texas in the 1980's at Parkland Hospital 
The same place they took Kennedy when he was assassinated 
Before I could walk LaWanda my

You ain't ever
You ain't ever coming back
You ain't never

What you tryna do my heathens pop like zits
Bark like Marmaduke, push up then rest in piss

to the shops down cangle
Now the whole block mashing
I got Gs on guerilla tactics
Pop up see your head top and dash it
This P, I got Wall Street crashing
Came

to
Be raised in New York the world's capital
My attitude was take 'em to war
Other places would've raised me
In a useless format
In Texas they dream about