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dressed to kill
For the h*es showin' the toes
With extra heels (man)
I gotta get in, I drove here
With a carload of bitches
Charged on Belvedere
My
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Down south at my concerts I'm packin em in
And you can see my diamonds from the back of my hand

[H.A.W.K.]
Down south candy paint bumper grill
dressed to kill
For the h*es showin' the toes
With extra heels (man)
I gotta get in, I drove here
With a carload of bitches
Charged on Belvedere
My
dressed to kill
For the h*es showin' the toes
With extra heels (man)
I gotta get in, I drove here
With a carload of b****es
Charged on Belvedere
My
since I could remember
I had friends I could depend on
Clothes to lend 'em
But as time went by
My life got a little strange
And the rules of the game
dressed to kill
For the h*es showin' the toes
With extra heels (man)
I gotta get in, I drove here
With a carload of bitches
Charged on Belvedere
My
Tried to make a hit with H.E.R. but my dick went soft
Movin weight, losing weight
Not picky with who she choose to date
To confuse the hate with her
Seen H.E.R. on the streets of New York, tricking off
Tried to make a hit with H.E.R. but my dick went soft
Movin weight, losing weight
Not picky with
.E.R. on the streets of New York, trickin' off
Tried to make a hit with H-E-R but my dick went soft
Movin' weight, losin' weight, not picky with who she choose to date
Seen H.E.R. on the streets of New York, trickin off
Tried to make a hit with H.E.R. but my dick went soft
Movin weight, losin weight, not picky - with
LBC D-E-F-G
I'm H-I off J's bellin in a T-shirt and blue jeans
well few dreams ever come true
well some do, so nigga say (I'm from the beach too)
Killer and the Method Man

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN

Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me
Killer and the Method Man 

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN 
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN 
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN 
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN 

Hey, you, get off my cloud 
You don't know
Killer and the Method Man 

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN 
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN 
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN 
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN 

Hey, you, get off my cloud 
You don't know
Killer and the Method Man 

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN 
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN 
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN 
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN 

Hey, you, get off my cloud 
You don't know
we put it down
For the dirty dirty south, representing H-Town

I wish, got my G's from H-Town, it's going down
I wish, got my G's from H-Town, it's
It ain't Indonesia, China White 
Purple-Haired Thai, Big H Delight 
Take my shit we gon' have to fight 
I'm always rollin' dirty so be actin'
outlaws huh

[Hook: Track]
[Slim Thug]
I'm out that H-Town Tex, where they don't barre plex
Invisible set around my neck, I look good and reflect
Killer and the Method Man

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN

Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me and you
to go to jail
So I'd use my brain and just think up the most outlandish shit
Shit niggas would never do, I used to get dirty
Now these niggas out here
outlaws huh

[Hook: Track]
[Slim Thug]
I'm out that H-Town Tex, where they don't barre plex
Invisible set around my neck, I look good and reflect
know what I'm sayin', 
There tryin' to say, that I'm gonna feed my fans electric kool aid
They got me fucked up 
 
In this house there is no room for
got wet up
Im on a mission, scrambling my enemies transmission
When he least expect it, run up in his h-q
Hi I.Q., every verse is e-q ued
Slither like
it for my dudes
All the niggas on the block that got that work to move

[Lil' Wayne]
It's Weezy baby, young and from the Dirty South
Get up your
on the run
I live my life by the setting sun, got one more smoke and a broken lung
Just got a deal and I'm feeling great, here's the E-I-G-H-T 0h-eight.

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