Lyrics:
The story begins July 20th, 1969 with the world on the edge of their seats
As 3 men made their way to the moon
The Creighton family home in Houston
uh-huh)
So the only thing left now is God for these cats (it's going the fuck down now)
And B.I.G. you know you too hard for these cats
I'm a win cause
uh-huh)
So the only thing left now is God for these cats (it's going the fuck down now)
And B.I.G. you know you too hard for these cats
I'm a win cause
One, two, three, four!
Wake up and live, y'all
Wake up and live!
Wake up and live now!
Wake up and live!
Life is one big road with lots
One, two, three, four!
Wake up and live, y'all
Wake up and live!
Wake up and live now!
Wake up and live!
Life is one big road with lots
robbed for a ki or
A half box, 9 litre or half
The goons on the door, they par with me or
You? Nah, they par with me or
Other rudeboys from around E3
the law yeah
Spin the wheel
Pop a wheelie
Come catch up
Come catch a feel
csh my cigarette
Out the window
Live for thrills
From the bomb that is your heart
fuckin' stranger
You fuckin' with a Texas cowboy, I puts it down boy
You ready for the second go (You know it!)
I go two or three hours and I'm
sawed off
I'll knock on ya door and shoot ya motherfuckin' head off
See murder a real fuckin' natural born killah for realah my nigga
I'm badder
can't help you losing interest
Now the days they going by
Percentages a major reason why
A lot escape this life
I'm giving more than most
That do live
what
Hell yeh I party, So What Fuck everybody, So What
They saying that Im going way too hard, I tell them so what
Bitch I tell them So What
By the end
blow I guess
From Bankhead up to your projects
No more stress, now I'm straight, now I get it, now I take
Time to think, before I make mistakes just
balling like a Hoya
Pouring lean, I'm a Oiler
'Cause I'm from Houston and then
That's what we doing
Selling dope and we selling music
Sending bitches, call
selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT
Run up in city
interference from the small AM radio station down the street, night in Anacortes in the mid 90's, oil tankers rumbling.
I stayed late recording every night
a whirl
Didn't give it back to me
Now I'm all around the worlds
Searching for the girl damn damn
Houston
We have lift off
In 5 4 3 2
I just went
the pimp be, that nigga gon' speak his mind
If he could speak down from heaven, he tell me stay on my grind
Tell him I'm doin' fine, Obama for mankind
We
Yeah, What (repeat 7x)
Lil' Flip, David Banner, Three Six Mafia
Houston Texas, Mississippi, Memphis Tenn. what?
[Lil' Flip]
They told me I
to lock me down
They need to 3up the 3up
3up The 3up don't play with the people freedom
This is a mad movie
Road looking mad bhooky
Ghost town all mad
the East side of Houston
It's in my demeanor you don't gotta ask what I'm reppin
Only doing it big when we steppin
We come in and they shut down the place
I
To This"
And to those other mc's: Naughty By Nature fall? Nigga please!
We just took the time to form three companies
Now the whole industry
Awaits
off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door
Live by the code, die by
sprite mix it right it’s all good
We just living in the moment it’s all good
Houston, Houston
Ain’t no games where I come from
Its ok to bow down
Haters
a quarter from my plug on the day I got raided (same day)
Held it down I ain't lose it (nah)
Think he told but can't prove it (nigga told on me)
You hear
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