Lyrics:
Came up with a hustle when
We all made a killin'
Came from out the struggle
We can all spend a million
Chrome Heart for the children
Talk to God
hometown
A dangerous hood, the streets of my town
So pop your hoods up and drop your heads down
Cos shit's going down, in my hometown
Y'all wouldn't last
Last time it was kinda different
I'm the talk of the town
'cause I'm man on a mission
This time I'll make it apparent
That you waste all my time
a 'bout to break it down
Tryin' talk some sense in y'all fools
Look a here
Playa let me tell you what's happenin'
Get that number keep it crackin'
Tell
no moe
Ion mix lean with the crown no moe
Shawty asked why I ain't around no moe
Ion gotta serve it by the pound no moe
Plug ain't outta town no moe
As they hotly joined in
To rhythmic gyrations
Fueled by vodka and scotch
The next mornin' they found
They're the talk of the town
When they caught 'em slow
taking over town
If you ain't know me then, I bet you know me now
For all the wrong reasons, Devil showed me how
Ink dripping from this pen, I'm slowly
down)
Good Lord
Baby got them open up all over town
Strictly biz she don't play around
Cover much ground got game by the pound
Getting paid is her
goin' stand no more doggin' around.
I know you've got somebody else, cause the talk 's all over town.
Babe I'm gettin' awful tired, of sleepin' by
need me a bitch before it turn ten, uh
I'ma need me a front and backend, all cash stacked in
Ridin' around town and I'm downtown
Big boy gat, I don't
nights missing all the stars
All the sad young men drifting through the town
Drinking up the night trying not to drown
All the sad young men singing in
boy)
Lost it all and remanded
Sat in jail gettin' racks in
Connectin', came home
Got links all over the map now, I'm active
Second time in jail for
down in ya brown tee
My hundred throwback who sport a jersey by Ali
And if he make one (hell no they dont sike me)
I'm all about my cash ridin around wit
talk it over, let's go out and paint the town
I'm waiting by the phone
Waiting for you to call me up and tell me I'm not alone
'Cause I want
rats all in the basement
Niggas' shooting by my house man
Weekends over at Granny's
She got everybody drinkin'
But the young-ins gettin' older though, uh
Said what I said in my songs, know she listening
Missing all the love, and the hugs, and the innocence
We was all around in the town, hold her down,
(Fresh)
Don't talk about me
Niggas really front in town
I rarely go out of bounds
A nigga calling foul
(Tech)
Shooting on the court
Still gonna get
Real to me
I could feel its beams
Did it talk
Did it speak
Was it really there
Was it ever there
I should be aware
We should all beware
Nobody is scared
midwest invasion we bringing them new millennium soldiers
Layzie and Twista y'all better believe we taking over
We dreaming of make more money cause nigga
been taken over these lames
I wish a nigga would respond I'll put all your so-called best to shame
In the mountain west is where you can find a state
Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is
A town connect
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toob I know you see me
Say Chris
and they get it,
Rock all over the chin chin.
Rumble like the sound of a,
Rari Superfast engine.
Don’t act stupid,
If not I got me contingents.
I can hold
the content we cover and the music we make
I've been known to kick back, kick back
I've been known to - take your ass to rhyme town
I've been known to kick
I am so proud for what I achieved
I'm not a rat but I care bout my cheese (Woah)
Back in my town, I get regular rounds
By the pound, by the pound
Ooh
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