Lyrics:
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
Senior Constable George Devine had been sleeping soundly when he was suddenly
woken by the sound of a galloping horse. It was Saturday, February 8
beg ya run to the scene
Run to the scene, and check that washing machine
There are voices on the street
Saying check it out
Find the duchess
by his self
He was on them 24 them
TV's sitting in headrests
Keys in the ignition
He got a phone up to his ear
Walking out the ATM so I put my car in
hands high
[Redman]
Yo.. yo yo
I don't brownnose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe,
Deep voice from behind
Said "finish your coffee
Let's see if we can find
Your way out of town
Before the sun goes down
Don't be slow"
I found myself in
the town!"
I said "Soul Boy, what's with the frown?"
But in return, all you could say was
"Hi George, meet my fiancee"
[Chorus]
Young guns,
Having some
T shirt
These bullets gone spurt spurt spurt
These bullets gone spurt spurt spurt
Run a nigga up run out of luck
I don't give a fuck bystanders better
Duck
Run forest run forest run run
Run forest run forest run run
Run forest run forest run run
Hoping out the whip with it I bet I shoot with it
Bought my
made somethin' out of nothin', was always resourceful
Doors will form off of your will (your will)
I never switched teams, you're more George Hill
don't need no help
Money don't make itself
Money don't make itself
Grindin all by myself
I’m grindin all by myself
Cuz Money don't make itself
Cuz Money
myself goin' down
50 bands, with a whole 100 rounds
Judgement Day, we gone burn up the town
Sick of recording
Am I tired of gettin' money? That's never
on (I am the prince)
This is my town, my home (the prince)
This is my crown, my throne (Weezy)
This is me on my own (by myself so niggas, guess what?)
on (I am the prince)
This is my town, my home (the prince)
This is my crown, my throne (Weezy)
This is me on my own (by myself so niggas, guess what?)
Frustrated
Trying to work it out
I need some things upgraded
Word around the town is
You should fuck with us baby
Trying to run it up
And I can't get
(Night)
Mood can be killer when you think out loud in that time (Time)
If you wanna leave me, no problem, that's fine (Fine)
It's better like this than hide
When it rains you gone drown when we pour
When it rains you gone drown when we pour out
Come with ya gang
Come with ya mob
I'll be just fine by myself
things out of iron, wood, and cement, shoeing horses and mules, repairing and making wagon wheels, processing foods, and making household products. He was
of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for
(Do it, do it)
I understand that time is runnin' out; I'm thinkin' of town-skippin'
Got a Chevy, but the alternator be trippin'
I'm hittin' rum
a sea of opps
I'm drowning out the lost
Era of the fully awoken the eyes are open
They fall deeper in the coma Burn us in the cauldron
Wetter than
yeah, bitch I got twin .45’s and both my sticks got 30 .. I hop out clean as a whistle and do yo ass soo dirty all by myself
Chorus 3
I can do it by
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
understand that time is runnin' out, I'm thinkin' of town-skippin'
Got a Chevy but the alternator be trippin'
I'm hittin' rum straight, thinkin' of a route
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