I Spend My Winter In Jail So I'm Balling All Summer Bad Bitches On My Tail Hunt Me Like a Bounty Hunter Never Shout Out A Tip For My Momma Never Had
God, nor box with the God Listen, I paid my dues, I pave my shoes Cost so much to look at 'em, charge pay-per-view My gun game crazy, the fifth spit I
t gotta argue about who can rap Cause the proof is back, just go through my raps New York, New York! Yeah, where my troopers at? Where my hustlers, where my
this shit Around my way [Chorus] [Outro: Jim Jones overlaping chorus towards the middle] Yeah, this one goes to my way All my G's, all my soldiers 'Round my
My first day of recess They all laughed at me When I fell off the swing set And scraped up my knee The nurse called my Momma To say I'd be late, And
crazy like some kinda urban misfit But first I Hated church I'd only pray to give my wish list I'd be just like you Doing my dougie in the club folk I promise
A bad man, you know we rugged and tough call me a bad man cause I keep on bringing it rough Uh, perfect destination, platinum situation my everyday life is like a weekend vacation A savage, fool you know my
a tear Never seen the President Maybe he will meet us there Never knew a promise That didn't break right in two Once we get to Houston Maybe one will
glocks my nigga You wanna scrap but I don't box my nigga Black Sopranos up in here and you get popped my nigga I told Bob hold me a spot my nigga Case
The Next After Lil' Rob And The Homie Capone I've Shown I've Thrown I've Blown... The Competition I Hold My Own My Zone... My Proposion Ain't No Slowing
[Chamillionaire] Chamilitary, man, Come to Houston, Texas, where the hustlers and the players play Where the cars be oldschool like a Clyde-Drexler-Fade
-I-A-M-I to Houston!!) H-town! Pitbull, Bun B.. My dogg Demi, keep ya head up, I gotchu, I promise! All my chicos, I gotchu, I promise! Miami, I gotchu, I promise
Rio Grande I'm feeling just like Moses looking at the promise land They hauled me back to Houston, they threw me into jail My momma started crying when my
feel me? Houston, Texas, Off top, South Coast Music Group, Jam Down Records collabo, We gone ride this one here all the way from Houston, Texas to the
overlooks the Rio Grande I'm feeling just like Moses looking at the promise land They hauled me back to Houston, they threw me into jail My momma started crying when my
Could Get Flattened We Don't Need Ya'll Applause Cause We Do The Clapping Reminiscing In My Load Of The Days I Was Trapping North Side Of Houston My
got some rest So a man's put to task and challenges I was taught to hold my head high Collect what is mine, Make the best of what today has Houston is filled with promise