? Like that there boy And we still stay street Big things happen every time we meet Like a track team, crack fiend Dying to geek Outkast bumpin' up and
me not We be shit?s so hot, you could put it in red tops And pump it through every hood, ghetto, and block Until they heart stops, that?s why they fiend
inner streets It's a shame what our kids are beginning to be Pregnant teenagers, young gun slangers There ain't no love, there ain't nothin' but anger
evil and they started coming down on me But she never made it out the doe, she said 'Hoeing's all I know and I'm cut off from my family There's nowhere
go The height of my game is like a DeMar (De)Rozen verticle No one understands me, only one sicker than me is Em I'm into DMC, runs in the family [Interlude
boxed in It's not just where they record There's a cost to be the boss They can't clearly afford Swear to the Lord, there's guns like the audience You
s cavity This is blasphemy, I fell where the jackals be God felt bad for me but cast me into Caspain Sea Satan draggin his key, Wu-Family's the faculty
who lead the crime Families of america, I control 26,000 Men except for dope, we operate in all aspects Of organized crime and if There's one thing i
on for 'em Let's get it on, kick it, ha yeah, hell yeah Yeah that shit sounds dope Aiyo Kim, what you got to say Well, boy you're movin' me There's somethin
exchange one to the brain in the throat, out the skull from the big chrome gat, peeled cat release yourself now ya niggas know one more dead
' him He?s in the mist of all bullets flying and missing him Wishing he was a kid again with his family in Michigan In the midst of fighting militia men One
night I can never rest my head How will my family take it if I ended up dead (lord infamous) There was a man who approached me every night I was resting
was the only way out I'm sittin' up all night, I can't ever rest my head How will my family take it if I ended up dead There was a man who approached me every
as he rambled the fiends Exotic queens dancin' with tamborines And the Gambler's theme One eye open, one eye scopin' Watchin' his gat, watchin' his
a millionaire From there to the bank, see the bank's down the block So now I'm close to home, I clock, I plot With popote He's my cousin and a wily one
fame He just don't wanna sell no more 'cane Now his flow is a beautiful thing S-p-m, he's a bird, he's a plane (2x) Second verse (spm): In hillwood
be something you claim You put in all in one thing and be described as your name Again the do's and don'ts Make sure you know what you swish Sprays of family
all you haters It's not your fault. You was raised to like the smell of shit. Us players...We like the smell of roses. (Female singing) Who's over there? No one