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Gangstas

DJ Screw

Soldiers United for Cash, Pt. 2

2005

Houston, Slim Thug the Boss
The young Hogg out the North, that be running his mouth
Check my files, the Boss man do it G style
I live it write it,

Look what the fuck you done made me do
Now I got blood stains in
My truck cause of you
Guess I can't trade it in for
The truck that I want
Cause

C-C-C-Conductor
Ah

Stovie's home, I spin keys to gold
Saran wrap on the floor, been rippin' 'em like Bruce Bowen
My young boy got the pole, his

Loving you was my bad habit
Yeah, you know me, oh, I'm so weak
See it, gotta have it
Wrapped around your finger
Just by dangling that carrot, out
Knowing

fantastic
You can live your life in plastic
I prefer to rip the fabric
Live my life like I'm a maverick
Like I'm Luka pull the three
I feel like somethings

rich
Big shit, blow off your wig quick
All my niggas out here tryna live their life in peace
While the feds on the block playing hide and seek
No

and have a mouth to feed
Imma move in silence, hide my blade just like Assassin's Creed
Can't have whatchu' cannot give, I do not live by that decree

and vicious shadows
It brought me to my knees.
I screamed
Was this our home?
Now only dust and bone,
Cold just like a stone.
I laid upon the dust in my deep

our lives
Nationwide hunt for 10-year-old Bonnie and Clyde
Wide-open in the eyes smoking too much crack
Age ain’t nothin but a digit, gonna get a visit

just chill and watch philza
Hey! Listenin to wutang
Bang!, that's the sound of your face
Spray like a can of mace
Hittin every fascist in my way
Hey!

restart this
Before relationships
And broken dreams
Leave her heartless
She decides fock being an artist
I wanna live in a complex
Preferably with my own

fiction
The more that i think about it
We live in a contradiction
Being apart
Is whats causing us all the friction
Together we on this journey
One hell

want a boy
So she raised him as a queen
Now little Billy Joe
Would be Billy Jean Queen
Billy's at home
Getting watched by a Teen
But the mama doesn't

suffer Dey pepper me for body
Come Be like make I cry as I Dey rap
Alone in my thoughts
Sipping all this lean
Dem say e go set but the ball is in my court

going through (yeah) 
I’m going through (woo) 
going through changes 

Getting used to the new  
And Adapting to change 
The world that I live in, it just

face
Disassociate and my thoughts go erased
Numb in my soul, I feel so out of place
Long way from home, I need out of this place
I'm the sad kid

the time
And I know it's a crime, I done fade it out my mind
I got home and fell asleep, I can't even remember the drive
But I'm fine, I probably should

really want the same
I done had to make a move just to make a fucking change
We can't relate, I don't wanna come back home too late
Want all my brothers in

this cap like Bobby, aay
If I come with my dogs in black like Franklin, you can get chopped like GTA

My boys never got chased by a bora
But your boy got

really been meaning to say is the way
That I live needs to hurry and change
I can't live my dream of being on stage with crowds full of people screaming my

shots than the navy
I be quick to put one up big cuz told me I'm crazy
You a would've should've broke as fuck yo ass a maybe
Got yo main thang in my bed

much time goes by, I'ma shoot my best shot and see if it goes through
Extend my arm, flick my wrist and release with perfect form
Then the predator goes

It's a blessing to live on this earth
But it can also be a curse
I know someones out there
Feeling my pain or even worse
It's a blessing to live on this

ain't enough 
Cause my pigment live as figment 
Of what they think of us 
Criminal by default 
Owing loans that default
Red lined so owning homes 
For