Lyrics:
took my trailer home
She took my Sunday boots
My nose is on her trail
I'm going to catch her by surprise
Then I'm going to have the pleasure
I did my dirt all by my lonely couldn't afford a codefendant
I lost everything I owned so I had to grind to get it
Right back,Yea
Right back,Yea
I
Shady did it, he sold out the whole dang stadium
Joe Shmoe made it, he took his Plain Jane lady
And his baby Hailie out the trailer but he ain't
Out on the range
The quiet, endless still
Where the wild S.S.I
Whispers from these hills
It's a petrified forest
Trailer parks and fords
but
I think this poor white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Fred Sanford and welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never
a sandwich with Welch's and belch
They say this spray butter's bad for my health, but
I think this poor white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Fred
chains on my neck, they get tangled
I'm in Atlanta, sipping Texas Ranger
Too Atlanta 'cause my goons
You can't tame them
My niggas banging GD, twist your
teenage hustlers
Street grinders, paper chasin scrapin busters
By keepin dust up noses and caine homes; pipes and cans
So they want they ride candy
and you owe like him
At the trailers, thought we began trust
You stand up my hand is on your damn butt you say I'm nuts!
The way I ham up, you said you
to top all the loosed ends
My homeboy lost his sista in a carry
He's still alive but through her eyes he done saw her death
And when he came he was
through the institution
Fighting the cold, he got life, but he twenty-two, shit
Twenty-two below, only 2-1 cells
Six by eight, forty-eight square feet,
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
bitch with a frosted mouth
Lost in the woods 'till you discovered by a boy scout
Stupid little mother fucker, what was you thinking?
Now your body in
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
I missed you at your daddy's place
I missed you at your uncle's place
I went to your sister's and she said I missed you by a day
Me
Grease smeared fingerprint on the glass
Can't look through and you can't see past
Grease smeared fingerprint on the glass
Another dream in 9 by 16
the stars it's obvious
It's lost time learned many lessons to be a genius
Cousin paranoid he might get backstab by a lab rat it ain't that serious
Annoyed he
We kick it way back way back at the kickback
Diamonds on diamonds on diamonds where ur wrist at?
Feeling like I lost that can I get a call back?
a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta
Grew up in the ghetto, raised by
damn right]
[Chorus, Juelz Santana]
It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
We still banging, we never lost power, tell em
Welcome
Stuntin' on the low so they feel better
Damn, why they hatin' on a real nigga?
East side Atlanta where they kill niggas
I was in a coma but I stayed with you
Soundin' like a board scratch
Rappers are like ants to me
I stab 'em in the thorax
Lyrically a metaphor
Atlanta's only troubadour
Face it only seen by a few
I’m a Death Star kept afar
Boy in a room door ajar
Keepin scars writin bars
Stayin wasted the world is ours
Too hot to trot too lost to just rot
You'll always be in my life
But I know that when you're with me
You were lost
So lost
So lost
So lost
So lost
Now I'm sitting in here down in Atlanta
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