Lyrics:
Life is shorter everyday my nigga make the right moves
Choose your hustle spots wisely police give you the blues
Lock you up put a strike by your
all the street hustlers
And keeping 'em posted
That white and that blue car
We call 'em the law
And the dirt that my niggas do
Is done in the dark
Just so good at being in trouble
Spending my days out in the ghetto
Mama say that I need to be careful
Going downtown on the blue line metro
Car
Haters speaking on my plug I
Got that bitch by myself
I'm a trapper, H-town representer
Put God's soul let me
Paint the perfect picture
D-boy swag snatchin
cats hit rock bottom
The rocks got em
No sunrise no deep blue skies
It stays cutumn
Dark clouds fogged out days
Minimum wage with minimum ways
The game is so real so I stay true,
I try to educate the ghetto youth
Everything ain t what it seems so we can only trust You
Life is one big blues
hot When they shot me
Plotted my revenge
To increase my ends
Enemies gettin' dropped
Win or lose
Red or blue
We must all stay true
Play
forever in my D-Boy ways
So dope, blue jeans, new J's
Sold dope by any means all day
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's
represent the muthafuckin red and the blue,
? shoes? I mean, the bangas, the killas, the gangstas
But nigga I'm a swamp, professional ghetto, rap slanga
either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R tee with the matchin' bandana
38-snub, blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance
to a prison tale
Fuck that, I quit while I'm ahead
Ship my music off like Amistad
Turn it up and hear the ghetto pledge
Live righteous, nigga, like my brother
to death son, you ever thought about that?
[Verse 1]
The saga begins
I'm a reflection of the drama within
the ghetto I live in, niggas Moms on crack, Pops
this old black man
He taught me about the blues in life he laid down the facts man
I'd go to the ghetto and I witnessed poor first hand
Too bad them rich
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
aint worried about you
Im just getting to the money
Duffle bag full of blues Im just getting to the money
I aint playing by no rules
Im just getting
Verse:
Dark blue hues in my room
Dark blue views from the roof
Stars don't shine in the coup
When the lights turn green
I can only see blue
Imma be
[Chorus: x4]
From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
Hold up a minute I'm the king of the ghetto
Holdin the rap game like wood grain
at all the women in those brims
Look at the blue flames that I'm in
I look at all the bullshit that there's been
And if I had another chance I'd do it
So amazing, unbelievable,
Miraculous woman you are
Incredible, unforgettable,
You're the world's greatest by far
Sensational, so lovable,
My
the bangers at, the slangers at
Were red and blue equals green, and we probably be black
In fact we stack G's for them keys, so when we finished doin' deeds
Nigga nigga I'ma rida
Ride with G's
And ship keys over seas by the three's
Keep an eye on my enemies
Snoop and Silkk
In da back of the Lac
With that
the skeeter-skeeter
Rubbers worn out
You can tell by the mileage meter
Betty-Betty McBetty, the name of my new Chevy
She snow-snow whiz-ite
The color of fish scaleys
Come on, come on
Yeah
Feel good don't it?
This is for warm days and drift away
While the sun sets and the ghetto's play
Long nights on a hot
Come on, come on
Yeah
Feel good don't it?
[Verse 1]
This is for warm days and drift away
While the sun sets and the ghetto's play
Long nights
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