Lyrics:
somebody daughter, played in her water
The lake was too salty and I'm not Cal Carver
I was born hard in the paint where the stars hang out
Just to find
me hold it down while I stand stiff
Forty cal black hoodie and some stand smiths
See I done seen some niggas switch
Up on they mans them
But I've
thinking he can ruin
Now he thinking I'm pursuing
Who's in, the mothafucking house (Outlawz)
'97 we put some paw's
On these mothafuckas jaws
I see the same
the 40 cal. Tuck in my P.R.Ps.,
What do you expect, im from New Orleans,
And majority of my city is riders,
They tried to make a brand new map without us,
breathed her last breath and her eyes rolled back
The stranger's eyes filled to the brim with pain
But still he pulled a hammer out to drive it in her brain
the fence, brick stashed in the hood
Top work by the inch, I bag it, it's gone
Ask Quik, we rock more than microphones
Some niggas ball, some niggas do
sleep out in the wood
You're welcome here kind stranger, our house it's very plain
But we never turn a stranger out at the Lakes of Pontchartrain.
Walk in house rifle by door money on floor couple pistols by couch come short hit u for a ounce role u in rug im gone bounce im realest dude in yo
If I cal three times a day baby
Come and drive my blue away
When you come,be ready to play
Do your duty
If you want to have some love
Give
of this
You pussies invited me in it
Now my vitamins’ kickin in
And my vitals are lifted
Kevin Gates labeled me a great
By my title’s restricted blackberry
the dealers we'll be sticking up the malls
Full of anger, all about danger
Pullin' out my banger, stabbin' up a stranger
I hear Walkie Talkies in my sleep
the dealers we'll be sticking up the malls
Full of anger, all about danger
Pullin' out my banger, stabbin' up a stranger
I hear Walkie Talkies in my sleep
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
with him
Stay shifting hit different young Cal Ripken
Plate discipline head in the game pray deliverance
Wild living while living by Lake Michigan
Yea
everybody in the house
Yeah, Blueprint in the house
Uh-huh, Day Light in the house
Uh-huh, E-Wok in the house
Yeah, Mr. Dibbs in the house
Uh-huh, X-Cal(?) in
Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth
A-K-A James Todd Smith
Hard like penitentiary steel
Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal
Home girls in
Places, where we have no name
A man of no house is a
Man without masters to shame
Strangers, we're bound by despair
A clamor for glory
A throne deprived
(how?)
But that nigga Kanye West really love her
He went and bought the house directly across the street from her (Gangsta)
She could do her but not in
There's nothing like the fear of God
Instilled by a Smith & Wesson
It's how we all protect our homes
And hunt on our families land
You want to take my gun
the Smith and
[Chorus]
D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people
I'm a let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie
It's sure
windows
Not a person to be seen by my eyes
But I feel seen by all the eyes that aren't mine
There is no stranger street
Than Stranger Street
Treading
Yeah no fu fu lame shit nigga only gang shit
By the way Scotty Way
Aye I Get bitches while I'm getting paid
Oh he stole my flow guess its time
For
'em I got 'em
Cruise in all black like Im Batman Im rolling thru Gotham
Never been a stranger to grinding I came from the bottom
Im just like a Don how
the vest
That he dress, couldn't fuck with the Smith and Wess'
Motherfuckers runnin' for miles, bodies stacked up in piles
I'm killin' executioner
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