I am you You are me He is she ?and they are we We are all humans so we are their people It?s time to take positive action We are all humans so we are
nothing but God, and the root of all evil that can save me Now feel this platinum shit baby, hungry for the payroll We want points and publishing, and
, we gone grind, we gone hustle All them boys that didn?t think we could do it, the doubters, the haters we gone do it for them We doin? it for the doubter
our C Town, all the way through T Town. Northcoast keep goin. Ready for the Midwest invasion y'all niggas keep growin but know that I know we was
H-A-W-K, Godfather baby, C. Whodi [Hook] In H-Town, we got them cakes brah We charge em high, out of state brah Look at the money, we can make brah Holla
in the ring a four princess All this hate going around, is senseless They dickriders, see how much they keep me in mess I suggest, y'all quit acting like
get lonely on top You can hate me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he got When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You sell
All us, all y'all too, it's on shit S-O-U-T-H yeah Parkway, don't play damn damn day Get your shit straight test us and we test you shit All us, all
walk in the pen Niggaz try'na take that ass, make it their girlfriends Na' eat that meat, fold my clothes Cuz all you niggaz ain't nothing but hoes [
you why I'm mad. These niggaz is makin five hundred thousand dollar videos, yunusayin? They drivin around in hot cars, yunusayin? They got bitches, they got all
she don't know my name Every weekend, we could do it again [D.Z.:] 36 karats on shine, when I fold up in the club Lil' mamas on dick, and they all showing
nada a mi I be - the true O.G S to the A to the N to the C-H to the O Screamin hyna's invitadas complicadas Are runnin in my templo, por ejemplo I'll
the grind and we been waiting To do this for the pimp and the rest of the fallen Soliders we goin hold you down wheter we ballin' Or we poor pimpin'
a bitch and treat the bitch like shit You can't buy love, all pimps know that It's all about the way old Short Dogg macks Don't hold the bitch hand or
the Ike, swinging elbows all through the night Got cell phones sky pagers, grip codes and we living major From H-Town all to the Cader, we blowing up
Bob Dylan we have nothing in common \"H\" 26 dump after two months profession liar liar liar liar he?s such a fucking liar we were in love so in love we
And can't nobody stop it, because the reaper's coming to cancel every one of us And it's all gravy, all of my niggaz are hard plus we all crazy Wishing
