Lyrics:
clean up some niggas no longer breathin'
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and breathe
It's a cold-ass world; niggas kill you in your sleep
clean up some niggas no longer breathin'
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and breathe
It's a cold-ass world; niggas kill you in your sleep
clean up some niggas no longer breathin'
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and breathe
It's a cold-ass world; niggas kill you in your sleep
daughter to be by her mother's side
Time for this beautiful woman to become soft again
Time for her to breathe, and not be told how or when
She untangled
the other side
Time for her daughter to be by her mother's side
Time for this Beautiful Woman to become soft again
Time for her to breathe, and not be told
Virginia country folks come out to play
Run down to North Carolina make a stop in Greenville
Head on over to Myrtle Beach, House Of Blues y'all know
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
clean up some niggas no longer breathin'
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and breathe
It's a cold-ass world; niggas kill you in your sleep
clean up some niggas no longer breathin'
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and breathe
It's a cold-ass world; niggas kill you in your sleep
bout them G's
Hit the club, always stay crunk
Givin' you what you want
DSK always by my side
Stay drunk, stay high
Stay tight, stay right
Always ready
and the Slaughters run the asylum, I'm feeling
Like DiCaprio rapping on Shutter Island
This industry is pussy, guess who's gonna hit it the meanest
Give her
Carolina trees cause I'm running around my town streets
Reality will hit you so hard, it knock out your mouthpiece
But about these flavors, type of shit
pour out
Hit the two step when I come out
Hop in that whip then I Burn out Shirt skirt then I pull out
whole lot money can run out
I'm turn up boy show
bullshittin'
AR hit your truck, got your hood flippin'
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
Yeah, and I be right where I am, mister
Me and my damn
bullshittin'
AR hit your truck, got your hood flippin'
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
Yeah, and I be right where I am, mister
Me and my damn
she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light
Handcuffed
like me
With a shut my mouth made it easy, I'm
A product of North Carolina, nigga
Out of Charlotte by the way of Cleveland
Born in '91 up in Ohio
I
back, I can keep undercover
When I'm in the last run, I don't even want ha
Yeah, yeah
But look at the skyline
You can not get by mine
Smoking that grabba
to run from
And he only want a few things
We went back to where we start from
Not the only one
All the feels we had to run from
And he only want a few
H-Town on the double
So I said it's time to hustle, got down with my brother C
Put together UGK and shit, the rest is history
We make hits by
your man
Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get
flush
Team on that black bullshit, Geek Squad
Well versed with that MAC full clip
Fuck the bullshit, kill you
If you breathe stupid, Team stupid
Run ya
Never look back
[Master P]
How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three
One hit away I'm here for a reason this was meant to be
and run up into yo hood
Take what's all good
Ambush you till the suspect secured
And you laying dead
Can I breathe?
I just want space to be me
Wanna walk
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