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gonna have it
Take your race time half it, Imma run it up you
Run it up like taxes, I live in Texas
B. Skiddy ate up the track for breakfast
Wax on, wax

the picture you don't need them lenses
I drive a race truck all the way to Texas
Is like a dream come true I'm with the benzes
I raise my sons so high I'm

New choppa on me and I’m running the race
Texas I hold ‘em, man gimme my ace
Get on my nerves and I’m pouring an eight
On the mentally break, she be

Before the show we got in Houston Texas
You can't lie I'm hungry I wan't my S's
Cause dawg y'all know I gotta keep myself straight
I love you girl

Dope House Family

South Park Mexican

When Devils Strike

2006

ain't talkin bout the kind that your momma makes
I need a little space, Texas is the place
Ya tu sabes homes, I'ma represent my race
Move to the scene,

my town
I do this for my race
I do this for my kids
Nueve Cinco Seis
Hold up hold up Jae let's show em how we put it down in the tip of Texas
Catch

Welcome to Dallas

Big Tuck

Tha Absolute Truth

2006

(*talking*)
(at 10:29 am), Tuck A.P. I got these tracks nigga
I'm at the door, I think I bumped up on some'ing big nigga
I'm trying to get you

mistake a jukebox with a DJ
Hey
I just got back
But now I gotta go again
Retrace my tracks
I'm gone
I'm on the road again
Kiss my ass
I'm no prince
I'm just

I've been sending them at times is irrelevant
Check yet to many I’m never unliked
I'm that phat any track give em cellulite
You dark minded confused I

they feel my presence
Hopping in a Hellcat or Track, this ain't a Lexus
Get his ass beat but I ain't talking 'bout no Nexus
Bro was cracking cards, he

I crossed the center tracks,
fell into the cottonwood flats
yellow ribbons marched on past,
tending to a parade

Felt flowers and wide brimmed hats

Moe even got a deal, how quickly y'all forget though
But that's ok, we gon put it in your face
My pack back on track, in position to win the race
Call

real never been a hoax 
Humble in real life but on tracks I boast 
First I caught the wave then I rocked the boat 
My spirit animals a f****n goat
You

Texas
Bitches all up in my pants damn
I think this bitch just want a baby
I think this bitch just want a baby
I think these bitches want a baby
Top floor

my left hand
Just relax and sit back
Arm the track then spit that
I cannot be wasting any time I'll never get back
Rep for god and and six path
Not

holding too much, I need a release
Shouldn't be nervous, I'm weak at the knees
Foot on the gas, I'm eager to see where all the tracks finna lead
I'm going

I'm  hitting  that pedal
I'm getting too litty
Smith a wessons toting on  kela tecks
Getting ready to Blow through your neck
While riding up in Texas

Let's go
We about to take off
Soon
Five, four, three, two, one
That's race off
Let's go
Full pedal on the gas, no brakes off
Yeah, yeah, got

Yeah
Aye
Aye me and Melo on the track, y'all know what's good
Gnarley everything hoe

With all that tough talk, can you back it up, I just feel like

Moe even got a deal, how quickly y'all forget though
But that's ok, we gon put it in your face
My pack back on track, in position to win the race
Call

know what they doin'
And they tryna be clones
I'm ice cold, no Steve Stone
Unless you're in Austin, Texas
WWE, you niggas restless
You are not getting in

I don’t mumble on a diss
All the shit that I take I don’t stumble I resist
So catch this flip, Man M on mission
Running this track, M3 got

best kept secret filling in
The void that's missing no worrying again
Turn up the volume and bob your head
Coldest in the race on tracks I bobsled
You

she tryna stay On the right track
Running a race you she can't finish
Yeah
She letting the pain dragon spyro
But it's on to the next gotta let that Shit