Lyrics:
In the forest, in the hut on chicken legs,
In the river, at the bottom under snags,
In the field, near a stone in the grass,
You will find biggest
living know what happened there. The memory of it has gradually disappeared, like the town itself: fields gone fallow, husks of abandoned barns fallen in
D-Block, Ten Hut (Shoot!)
My Street Niggaz are you ready
Less more!
[Sheek]
I'm a ryder clap off hop in a divider {Lets go}
Keep the car in
can't breathe
Lungs havin' a pack attack
Way too strong had to pass it back
Like he on the football field or soemthing
Passin' out packs gettin' bread
love
With a beautiful highway
This used to be real estate
Now it's only fields and trees
Where, where is the town
Now, it's nothing but flowers
With a beautiful highway
This used to be real estate
Now it's only fields and trees
Where, where is the town
Now, it's nothing but flowers
on, how you want to do it, what?
'cause next to other's knees, I cover fuckin' dust
Anten-Hut nah, take it to the battle field
Shoppers gon run,
On Tombigbee river so bright I was born,
In a hut made ob husks ob de tall yaller corn,
An dar I fust meet wid my Jula so true
An I row'd her
And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city
raids, I seen some niggas get killed
Always keep one up top
When you step in that field
We been footballing touching green
I need a house on a hill
Niggas
banks
Their cavalry vanguards panic and charge
In disregard of the sitch at large
For the field in the rain bogged thickly, quickly
Knight's charge slow,
callin plays like its a cadence
Hey! WOW! whatchu wanna say then
I've been on the field callin plays like its a cadence, say hut
You know we can go slow,
rich for this entire month
I made a tiny quiet hut
Just to reach music's requirements
Got love for the day 1s
They support the craft and my creation
Had
Said you got yo lick back, but nigga what it cost (What cost)
I ain't want the bitch back, I had to check em off
In the field make a plays nigga (Uh
use me and condom' that bitch lookin' right
But that bitch get a burning like fire and ice
Ten hut, we firing ice
Nah, bro not firing and ice
Get
Hut
You know we play with them sticks, boy
Ayy
We got Glocks and them Uzis, nigga, fuck a TEC
We gon' slide on a nigga if he disrespect (brrt)
highway
This used to be real estate
Now it's only fields and trees
Where, where is the town now?
It's nothing but flowers
The highway's cars
All
One hundred, two hundred.
And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes
Across the tin huts as children sleep
Through
hundred, two hundred
And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes
Across the tin huts as children sleep
Through the alleys
on, how you want to do it, what?
'cause next to other's knees, I cover fuckin' dust
Anten-Hut nah, take it to the battle field
Shoppers gon run,
cuttin niggas, run nigga!
Hike nigga, hut one, nigga want some?!
Ain't nuttin to fuck ya up, representin where I come from
Fronts and brown blunts, you
cuttin niggas, run nigga!
Hike nigga, hut one, nigga want some?!
Ain't nuttin to fuck ya up, representin where I come from
Fronts and brown blunts, you
You here those fuckin choppers cuttin niggas, run nigga!!!
Hike nigga, hut one, nigga want some?!
Ain't nuttin to fuck ya up, representin where I come
And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city
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