Lyrics:
slow
Got surrounded by a sheriff down in Mexico
(Well he was steppin' right along)
I were a hot-footin' it
(But he was steppin' too slow)
It was
stepping to me
I like to keep my chakras open so respect my G
I got the bush going in, repping FBT
So sus' niggas watch your back, Pros next to me
I got
trill sound
Swim, you're bound to drizzown
You got one life to get your fam right
Get rich or die trying is the fast life
Don’t judge me on my past life
right (facts)
'Cause I can sell your momma drugs after I lay the pipe
Can sell a bitch dope after I raise the price
Fuck gettin' stabbed in the back
street slicked rappers
But better known as wig crackers
Lead packers, ask my nigga Tech N9ne
Cock it back for Esham
And let it loose to they spine
(Judge
JUDGE 3:
Youve got three yesses. Well done!
CONTESTANT CAZ:
(Tearfully)
Thank you so much.
JUDGE 3:
Wow! She is gonna go really far.
VO [ANT
Make it home tonight
Be the number one smuggler in the area
Got enough weight to fill up and aircraft carrier
Herb slanger, Hustler Incorporated
steppin' too slow
Got surrounded by a sheriff down in Mexico
(Well he was steppin' right along) I were a hot-footin' it.
(But he was steppin' too slow)
homie to the grave
I ride with the homie to the judge (LOX to death nigga)
Loyalty and love
Homies is family, but not blood (D-Block, D-Block forever)
I met you downtown Lafayette 05
You threw up a gang sign when you rode by
What in the world
Flagged you back whole time
I'm thinking these white
got me fucked up
And by the way, his name was Terrence but they called him Ced
Dark skin, he wore a mean mug with some long dreads
Six-two, he good
what I own on my forehead, huh
But I doubt that, and now ya want to back out
Your career had more ins and outs than a crack house
I'm macking 'n
up by courthouse
And I'd try a little bit of your honor on
"You understand that, you hillbilly?
Who gonna collect my welfare?
Pay for my
street
nobody de to trust
I don put my leg for dust even Keke pour me mud
Sometimes i de contemplate to sacrifice blood
Cuz I really gat to make am by fire
the water with them sharks or piranhas
Get a snake, be a bigger snake, anaconda, only God can judge me, fuck your whine
Yeah, nigga, and that's just how it
get the lips on your
Pussy swole playin' that pussy role
I got bars like phone car reception
But stay strapped like back packs, gat black
Biggie Smalls
were like a living sacrifice
Their only hope was there'd be better in the after life
But something told me there'd be freedom if you grab your light
I
[talking]
Even though we all thugs
Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our heart
The wicked, spies upon the righteous
God blesses the man,
And surrounded by these niggas Yea
And your Co-D's gone turn to witness
Charge it to the game it's bout survival of the fittest
Finally got my weight up I been
but I'm on two feet
I'm talkin' fully
Now I do this shit again
Talkin' again, again
Back then, yeah, I had many men
I changed, I still got many men
left and got into his car
And they drove away someplace real far
Now babe the time has come
How'd ya like to have a little fun?
And she said "If we
or 4 and they left and got into his car
And they drove away someplace real far.
Now babe the time has come.
How'd ya like to have a little fun?
and got into his car
And they drove away someplace real far
Now babe the time has come
How'd ya like to have a little fun?
And she said "if we could
the place to be)
(Andre 3000, shout out to public housin') (cash) (bitch)
(I brought the whole hood with me)
You got red dirt in your Afro
(Young Hov' in
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