Lyrics:
a grab her
They gon' be baggin' this shit from Houston to Alabama
Louisiana bound, bitch, we out here thuggin
Shoutout to H-Town, them thick hoes with no
where that brown bag?
I'm a big boi, 3 stacks, Outkast
For that bread I be in your house like
I go deaf ears if it aint about no dough
Porsche mind
niggas in Houston out with them rockets
That'll shoot like Harden at your location soon as you drop it
I'm about a dollar so I be out making a profit
I was
going places on the D-Train
Stop that train, I wanna get on
Check it
Trench-coat wingtip going to work
And you'll be pulling a train like Captain
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
the back of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real)
Now ask a nigga that was doin' it in nine-three
On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me
and mashed out
Now ask a nigga that was doin' it in nine three
On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me
Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday Turkey
love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew by, the big bro ridin' then he
That's what it's all about Paul
Don't be hatin' on a nigga cause a nigga gotta a little bit of cloud boy
Shit talk shit down anyways
Shut your
Not from Houston but I Rap-A-Lot (that's right) (uh-huh)
pack the gat a lot (uh-huh)
The flav's 'bout to drop, uh
Here comes the brand new flava in
Not from Houston but I Rap-A-Lot (that's right) (uh-huh)
pack the gat a lot (uh-huh)
The flav's 'bout to drop, uh
Here comes the brand new flava in
One time for that Ikie
[Baby Beesh]
Ikeman my boy, representin' that 7-1-3 clique mane,
Houston, Texas mane,
We fixin' to show you how we get down
profits flew right out the door! (2x?)
V21 Woman 2
In 1904, and 1905, two reporters,
muckrakers we say,
V21B Woman 1 That’s what they were called
milli? He got something to live for
Don't wanna nigga putting four through that Bentley coupe door
I'll manhandle Mariah like "Bitch, get on the ground
cousin too
Rollin' down the strip on vogues
Comin' up slammin' Cadillac doors
Got stopped at the mall the other day
Heard a call from the other way
That I
the gun, yeah (ya'kno?)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (watch this)
It's a shame that the hood's an addiction
Them man fell from
on the floor
Wouldn’t be back alive till 3 A.M. in the morn
And now she slitting her wrist thinking that he don’t love her
She just a piece of shit
He is just
could really all be happening
My landscape of live niggas stretch from here to Maryland
Blaw put one in a nigga who be rambling
And blow a hundred
sheeeiit, I'm the Pooky of the backyard
All colors and all types like a junkyard
Hot young boy with hot young ways
'Cause I connect three blunts and be
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3
friends, no
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I catch a hoe right by her toe
If she ain't fuckin' me and Nicki
Kick that ho right through the door (TR3YWAY)
I
love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew by, the big bro ridin' then he
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
you'll never be able to stomach the truth
Now when the door swings loose
Go from biding my time, to you, buying some time
Right before the claws get
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