Lyrics:
When you're down in Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe
Don't ask what your country can do for you
Cash on the barrelhead, money to burn
Dealey
this nigga lets go
Get set, go, which you do, crews screwed, I blew through
Two crews who claim they got funk, may be true cos they doo-doo
ain't home
And I'm rocking with my crew
Just rolled into town and I came to lay it down
Pass me the 'gar and we'll go very far
Pull up to your house, take
[Kane]
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Attention to the whole crew
Scoob Lover, Scrap Lover, I don't need your dancin
Mister Cee I don't need you
in beast mode
Live by the street code, where niggas take your shit like the repo'
The boys'll sell crack, to your mother if you're good (damn
every show
Whole crew couldn't be faded
Straight untouchable flows
Faithful few stayed down
Whether I'm rich or I'm broke
Trees by the pound, take two
love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty
you start your business just so I can lift a burden
Hang tight for a second I promise it'll be worth it
I wanna buy my sis a house and some Birkins
She
ass in 2
Katana in my hand imma show you what it do
It'll meet ya chest and go right thru
So ya better fuckin run when you see my crew
Show no mercy
No
the one)
Yeah I got your main thing blowin' kisses (woo woo woo)
Lift the doors on the Lambo', hit the switch (skrrt skrrt skrrt)
I got the .40 on me,
got more bodies then Drew
I drink Mynotti on New, fuck your crew
This type of shit I do for a petty hobby
Fuck the world it's Fatal
Dog against
check two
I gotta rhyme for you
And we layin' it down
With four turntables, foo
Two microphones
So let it be known
That smoke's being blown
While
in our existence
And expense forth the truth. if you cannnot stand on your
Own two feet, what must be done? nothin, you shall die
In your own inequity.
It ain't always the target that your bullet scars its the innocent passes by.
Its always the good that truly die.
Now whatchu gonna do?
When you
every damn thang got me fed
Chorus: x2
I have so many rainy days, and so many daaaark blue times
Good things never wanna stay, they just leave me behind
niggas do is talk
We not one in the same
Stay in your lane
Disrespect I'll dip in your dame
Fuck all the fame
I'm in my bag getting my change
I'll mix
on the upper ending (Damn)
What I wouldn't do for this if
I only had twenty-four to live
Probably take it to the verse
No beat, no chorus, or bridge
And spit it
is bright
Blind gain sight when I guide by the light
Everybody trying to have the time of their life
They live for the day then die by the night
One
wordee wordoo!
Chorus (2x)
Worda wordee wordoo
And this is how we do
It's the official language
Of the Phat Family crew
We kick a little slang
Nobody
in my pursuit of happiness
I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin' this
opportunity, for you and me to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd
a milestone
People calling me, asking me for money, man
The only thing Imma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone
God damn, god damn, we at it again
Me
To a coward that will make things worst.
Verse Two:
We grew up on the same, block
Together we would duck the cops,
Sharing our ambitions
Twisting blunts like
down
Shut your mouth bitch
Shut your, shut your mouth bitch
I just bought two houses
Just spent two years of your salary on this outfit
Ain't no way
8
It’s been a while they live apart he’s getting frustrated
His mother is far away and Landover, where she stays
You do the math and show your work
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