Lyrics:
the G-H-E-T-T-O
It's just a ghetto thang (word)
It's just a ghetto thang (word)
Standing in the rain is nothing felt
When problems hold more value, but
the G-H-E-T-T-O
It's just a ghetto thang (word)
It's just a ghetto thang (word)
Standing in the rain is nothing felt
When problems hold more value, but
shaking with your blood on the mat
So back,back cause I'm closterphobic cain't nobody hold me down
Warefare representing for that northside of town
To you
God damn
Get a bad little bitch if your shots don't miss
Get popped
Blam
Arch your back on the bridge, London style when I hit
Nice try with your
bubbly
Screwed tape loud while I'm swangin' by the crowd
And the dro'' got me how it feel like I'm in a cloud
I'm a H-Town nigga.
Reppin' for P.A.T.
back woods, they're backwards, and we don't have enough time, try'na get right with a Lord that I don't believe in, live and die by the sword, what's
I know and I feel like I'm starting to dissociate
They could help, the tears that I should shed
Instead of biting my tongue, forced to hold it back
I
Louis Feiser back in the lab
I'ma show you how to rap without an adlib or stab
My team the nicest niggas out, I don't mean to brag
But people see
every neighborhood in Oklahoma
Like I was with P.H.E
I dropped out of school like Ye
But power hoes and digits my P.H.D
Back when you niggas was tryna be
straight in
VIP, yeah that's my space, don't do no 8s, my top be 10
[LeToya]
A H-town chick, you already know
Call me Mrs. Baird cuz I'm makin dough
My
the troubles come from inside
He drove with the rain at his back
And the rain washes everything in its path
You can't have a future when you don't have a past
barely make a dent
Barely making rent
Got the whole city on my back baby strength
Trenches, pulled up to the crib gated fence
Gators out front don't you
wanna go and jump
See the windows rollin down you smell the marijuana skunk
But we don't care though
Cops behind us, we keep driving
we don't look back
to make history
Hook
Cam'ron:
I mean, hold on, that's three and out, hold on
Don't even play yet, put that on pause B
New York City, we gonna take
use K for ya, pour out the P-A for ya
Had to bring y'all like back in the day for ya
They don't respect nothin else, they somethin else
Two guns with
of the Starship TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening for H-O-T
N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
motherfuck the police
Shout my nigga Trae tha Truth (H-Town, H-Town)
OG, all my bitches love me
Bitch I think I'm Gucci
Then she suck that dick up, I'ma
Accords with two pastors in back of 'em
Don't make her feel God, can't forgive her for all of those
Said she stack her paper and won't change forever ho
Guaranteed my team take things anywhere
Like a nomad
Say it quite loud, lay it all down
I dont hold back I just pour out
I just wanna make these bands I dont
the wheels go 'round?
Take you all around H-town
Get you going wild (Oh)
Better tell your man pipe down
I don't even understand how he ain't know by now
Like
cock it back, let that 45 hit
I'ma spend my life inside this booth
I treat the mic like I hold a diary
How you from the 'jects and don't know Coop?
You
I'm the baddest man in town
Coming around
Coming for these fucking clowns
With the same sound, listen
This is G double E, C-H-I
L-I-B-E, R-A-C-E
That's
bull get a lock on ya
Hold up bitch I don't want you
I just want the pussy and the head
Nigga I'm dodging feds
You know they be always in my business
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