Tre Williams:] I copped, I cooked, I bagged, I did whatever it took Knowin that this can't last forever, I want my children livin better I pray, I pray, I
Crossed over flows, platinum jewelery to get a plaque in the industry But never the I-S-L-to the O-R-D I keep my shit muddy like my Timbs be, you fake
shot I'd been in a tight spots Situations when I ain't know if I am die or not So you don't gotta ask me why I act like I act But if you hating' on me
I'd been in a tight spots Situations when I ain't know if I am die or not So you don't gotta ask me why I act like I act But if you hating' on me I'd
with rocks Tombstone ready die for the love of his block Know what I want in my life I want for my brother Know what I want for my wife I want for my
the block, they like WHOA! Them young 'uns see the print of the glock be like WHOA! Everytime I'm spinning the block, they like WHOA! Bitches talk about "Can I go?" I
with the lights out thinkin' I'm alive, but I ain't livin, I'm leakin' I made my bed and I'ma lay in it But I ain't gonna stay in it I might start sprayin
Reminds me of a smile in the back of my memory Wonder if I'll see her again Will she remember me? "I'm not tryin' to holler, I swear. I'm just weary of
C-L-E-V-E...L-A-N-D And we get bucked on the block block block block And nigga remember I said weee this for we And all them niggas that love down in
thug [Polite:] Yo, yo, aiyo, I play the block like I'm homeless Bold in the the fourth corners, strong, I think I'm in the zone bitch I might embarass
the time you catch on I'll be on another birthday, my 95th And everytime I sip on a chai tea And it ain't hot to me I'll heat it up and switch it up
tokens I've got a jaguar I knew there was no doubt I'd jump on this mission I proceeded to tell him my name with police suspicion I said ice cream tee
I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke til I sleep Wake up in the
Taffy I aint Yung Joc, but I got a motor bike And I gotta hoe I like she like to do the motor bike I'm form Murdaville, and I rep the dodges Throughin
* I'm allowed to fuck up whenever... whenever I want... This the Outhouse... Lemme smoke a joint first... Here, Pace... [Young Zee] 95% of
[Verse One - Flame and Thi'sl] Flame: A yo The I, I see our generation is fallen Sick like Mardi Gras and we don't live in New Orleans Real like '95
money I started flat broke, Now I'm poppin rubber bands I know I'm the shit, I done ate a ton of spam If the club poppin, I'm a burn a ton of hundred
