Lyrics:
Bound
I'm from the Midwest with Southern heart
A country boy from the start
A cracker dude with Southern swag
Puffing on that purple bag
Steak and shrimp,
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
to get to is the same as you
I ain't a player, but I'm in the game with you
It's people in my city, that's just as lame as you
Laid
kids to troll for angry response
It's bound to wreck your body or straight burn your body out
It's bound to wreck your body or straight burn your body
he fucked up and got eaten
I'm the block with a fiend, I'll catch a dope for that white city
That's the only way I know
That's the only way I heal
I
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
go back to
The beginnin to learn
After fifteen years I'm just BEGINNIN to burn
To all my true hip-hoppers
That pay bills and live proper
Never allow
big but you better believe that if you slip
You're bound to get jumped and smoked in a place called Oakland
Do you know about my city, the city
Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate them by five's and light up the skies
Crip that D P, Kurupt
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
Cut spleen, punctured liver and four broken ribs
I'm worried that he might die before I have the chance to forgive him
For the shit that he did
die
Why?
[ Skoob ]
While niggas beef about this and biggedy-beef about that
I'm with my soldiers in the Rover, never sober, fuck that
Yo dun, I
This shit perfect timing ain't none of this luck
Been on my grind I was bound to come up
Check wit yo hoe she kno I'm wuts up
I'm all in yo city just
The world is shifty, we living just enough for the city
The rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy
My Family Stone, foes attempt
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
with my blunts
In Atlanta getting racks up, that's exactly what I want
Let's go
You can't swim, you bound to drown
For real
So get it in, and hold it
no clock to snooze
I met a kid on the block, his name was Jamal
Eyes bright like stars, he had dreams that stood so tall
He said he's bound for
me
Have gone away it's plain to see
And it looks to me that your pulling away
I'm gonna pick it up
I'm gonna pick it up today
I'm bound pack it
of the CDs
Can't f**k with me
Everthing litty
Always keep it litty
Riding for my city
When I'm done ima be some you cannot forget me
No refund when the Gs come
that shit and get real in that city of steel
Where y'all niggas from huh?
I'll wait
My city's the shit
I love where I'm from
Smoke the best
Know
get there.
I'm bound for a life on the road.
Give me life on the road.
I said life on the road.
When I arrived in Houston,
I was little more
I ain't a player, but I'm in the game with you
It's people in my city, that's just as lame as you
Laid the framework now at the door my name
turn code and then go screech
I tell 'em "fuck 'em" like I do to police
The beast in runnin' rampant
I'm in between sheets tryna have sex that's
of convo is only for Rick Rosses
You a Hip Hopper but your genre's a bit softer
The way my songs hit you would think I'm a kickboxer
Sangoma witch doctor
off
I have no more to say
I'm bound for New York City boys
Three thousand miles away
Ah goodbye Mick, goodbye Pat
Goodbye Kate and Mary
The anchor's
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