Lyrics:
And, man I'm, I'm just in Chicago, I'm tryna do my thing
You know, I got groups, I got acts I'm tryna get on
And like wasn't nothin really like poppin'
I'm tryna see addition
Food to fill my kitchen
Some faggot niggas snitchin' givin' info
We'll do a drive by, in a stolen black pinto
With tinted
fit
Now this is a smash hit
Produced by Scott Storch
The effort I'm gone put forth
I'm ma blaze a track like a human torch
In H-Town we do it up
Chop
hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see
Now I know it's not unusual
There's nothin' so unique
There's probably hundreds of wonderful love affairs
That go bad in this town every week
and goons riding by
But be easy with your mouth ?cause you don't know nothin? ?bout
The life that gets lived, the struggles to deal with
It?s hard some days,
or die, it's nothin' but a dark side
Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah
Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I
Live
pimpin' on Vogues (already)
VA to H-Town yeah you already know
Choppin' on blades so amazin' (already)
Look at them boy's teeth, that's crazy (already)
nicca took running
Grind When I Grind
Imma Shine when I shine
On da block all night - somewhere in H-Town
With about 4 pounds and a whole case now
And I’m
a physical
This my city, nigga everybody know it
Ridin' 'round town, just me and my four pound
Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it
LA
if I could recall
So couple months I got her moving in
That show money got me out of town
It got her trippin' when I'm not around
She was movin,
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
I put, nothin' in my notes, I'm not your host when I got nothin' to use
Dues gettin' credited, now I debit my bank account
Not on a blind date,
See these H-Town playas know it's going down
(Going down) going down (going down) yay-yay (going down)
See we sitting blow do in the low-low,
and get it (What it do H-Town?)
If you a real d-boy, money over bitches (what's up B-town, what's up ATL?)
Shit, hit the town in the Phantom
hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see
I'm tryna see addition
Food to fill my kitchen
Some faggot niggas snitchin' givin' info
We'll do a drive by, in a stolen black pinto
With tinted
bad tap dancing in neverland
These niggas jealous im sabotaging all of their plans
Sticky weed i be blowin harder than a fan
Nothin like them other
speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped
comin'
You hate this island
You wait in silence
I hate this, honest
We ain't that common
Wish to later climb in
What a way to come in
We ain't too common
seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by
seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by
your little sister
Cryin' 'cause she don't have a
Dress without a patch for the party to go
But she'll know she'll get by, 'cause she's
Livin' in
when I popped in the news
And true
I been runnin' the town
Lot a chicks thought I was nothin'
All of a sudden, wanting me know
Doing research
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