Lyrics:
diamonds on my neck look like fluid (drip)
I'm from the Zone 3 if you niggas ain't knew it (3)
I'm throwin' up the north 'cause that is my hood (North)
at the door
Are you ready
1-2-3-4
3-2-1 what I meant to say
But it's okay
I'm gon deal with it
Gotta be real with it
I been feeling low
But I try to stay
followed
mythic being on
the bus. if I'm a
slave to art am I
a slave to love? am
I a ferryman? am
I abridged? am I
from houston to
oakland
what there still yellin'
Nigga G to a T saggin' and bailin'
Live by the gun you know what I'm sayin' Ren
"Yea"
So I guess I'll die by that muthaphukka
Oh yeah ugh
Chain swing heavy metal
Though her name wEas Sarah
But I'm dancing with the devil
This a rock star lifestyle
Oh I pray I make it
I just
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
When the world burns, before we start from scratch
We can dance by the embers
One, two, three, four, I want you, we know
Pitch it to the boat man, leave
killin' kids, you ain’t care until that kid is yours
White folk talk about it, nothing changes, like revolvin' doors
Maybe fuck a law, written way back by
Lord
People there, they treat you kind
Well that white freight liner's gonna ease your worried mind
I got some bad news from Houston
Half my friends
(imagine that)
Future told Steve Harvey he don't want Lori
Joe Budden got caught stealin' from Mal and Rory (Joey)
The way that shit went down they all
Eve in London
Old friends we seldom see ‘cause, they live across the see from
Three Yanks on holiday in London
Biscuits, tea and fiddlers playin’ reels
trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that n**** live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Convicted
trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that n**** live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Convicted
papers
Don't trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that nigga live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Supposed to help you if your
Calendar is like prison
But I only got two or three chapters in
Before my schedule locked the door
To my cell again
This is
door down and let my people in it
I'm here- commanding respect that's Amir
Luigi to Mario that be my kin
All about green, but keep red on the brim
I'm
Put on my slippers walk out the front door
It's the GLC everybody lets go
One two three to the four
I wear my Pyjamas when I goes down the store
Put
Question three, who producing your album man
Scott Storch, Beat Bullies, Mannie Fresh, Cool & Dre
And the list goes on pimping I'm coming down,
hundred miles
game on me
Houston Fuckin Texas little bitch
I'm from that Nawfside
Even when a nigga in the burbs
I still be outside
Plenty nights overthinking shit
I
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
Like there's one more move to make
One more road to cross
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
keeps the man from goin under
I know some chick named Helen, always beggin and yellin
Begging for money but they gettin nothin
Cause if you give her some
checked out and was using you like amenities
The Holy Spirit convict me when I act menacing
(Yeah)
Down by the river side where it's riveting
(Uh)
Blowing
the evil lives
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be
the evil lives
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be
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