Lyrics:
nowhere to go ('cause I be running at ya)
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Surrounded by these colors
I see crimson, black and blue
Locking open doors again
I'm still afraid of you
the capacity is two.
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, mutherfuckers.
They're out
nights now I'm on my feet when me missing the all broke the hustle.
Lot of me, I remember I'm long like it was me three.
Mama could never sleep at night
a sack
Everyday before juinor high I bought a six pack
And sold 'em for a buck a piece down by the track
And I never sold crack, did aluminum cans
Used
at my photo
See, I'll hang yo ass by a tree
Gettin chopped while your neck snap at 3
Scot free, a psycho's on the loose, and if you haven't seen me
It's
him an' me
And he just looked disgusted an' pointed toward the telephone
I called up the station down the road a ways
And he said he wasn't very
I'm bout to make a name for us
Down down that long road we go
so much time gone by been on my own
3 shots from the chrome leave ' em on the floor
Bouta
Malcolm X, we kill by any means (kill by any means)
Young GunnWunna stay fresh, fresh like Listerine (fresh)
I'm givin' her back to the streets, I got
it out
I'm sumpin' y'all dread like locks
Get bread by the flocks
Bitches love me and I'm duggy from
The head to the socks
Too much to handle, here
by the windows and the doors
But my moms gotta clean his FUCKIN floors
They won't let us in (that's right)
even if we learn to act just like them
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
three steps back
If you're gonna break free, gotta find a different track
That old red barn's still standing, but it's weathered by the years
Repairs are
the 9 and the velour
A cal in my pocket
You wil', I'mma pop it
I'm down for a profit
I'm ghetto as hell
You can't you tell?
My road dog, under the jail
at the State Theater
In the door by the side
Throw you in the trunk and found a preacher for you
Cause I thought you had unlawful demons on you
Sinkin fast
you always knew
I ain’t slippin’ right now
I’m strapped down with my pole
I was up in the Nawf, finna stop by Pawpaw
Before I pull up, Montana hit
to kick my door, why?
I probably did it
And I'm only riding with niggas who riding with me
Put it on his head like Beats by Keef
Face card good I don't need
us down
Hallelujah, hallelujah
(No, don't let me loose my soul)
*door opens* *broom sweeping*
"Hey excuse me. I'm lookin' for some dude name Toby?"
I don't plan to make a show
You'll find me up the river down an old log road
I don't plan to make the scene
It just goes on forever till your mind
Hit the corner, burnin' rubber like a stunt driver
Burning marijuana, bitch, I'm a bit liver
Gotta keep a bitch in check, microphone check
Killed
out the booth by the back door
And when its all said and done my mans got nothing, not even a fuck he don't give one
Like Jay, what more can I say its
new
I'm hit, I'm down, I'm done, I'm dusted, I'm deadbeat
I am weak as a kitten, been strapped to the tracks of a train
I have danced with
of the underground
get down indeed i am legend nigga i'm the one who planted the seeds
I am legend nigga i am everything you need
my empire og status i planted
the real vibes
And did it all wit my tribe
Still here like Nowitzki dawgo it's no surprise
I stood by the guys
These three's forever fly
Promise that
of the underground
get down indeed i am legend nigga i'm the one who planted the seeds
I am legend nigga i am everything you need
my empire og status i planted
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