I think you got it alright in your Head. There's something pretty fucked up with your conscience but I'd say you got it alright in your Head. I ain'
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stand for politicians, institutions, no religion, no solutions, war sick in my head revolution, evolution, no solution, institution, war so sick, so sick sick in my head
screw [B.G.] H-Town, N.O. connection [Paul Wall] knah'im'talkin [B.G.] Let's go! [Chorus - Yung Redd] I know you hate when I get tired of that slab -
I gots this I'm 'bout to fuck the game up, just watch this When it's over I bet I see a profit I'm a CEO, I'm a artist too I'm a hustler, I can get work
Under twenty, ya ride natural, I'm on twenty-fours 2003 black Hummer, H2O 450's, DVD, XBox TV's Mouths drop, I come through, heads turn, eyes buck Like
say I wouldn't You know Geezy couldn't let that slide by I do walk-up's, never drive-by's Grab a nigga by his head, whisper to him 'fore I do him "Why
thing first - and for me that's n's I floss, so I know you gon' let me pimp Benz If I want it, no matter the cost, I'll get it It's mine, so I know you
I'm killin' by the dozen Bitch, you're up - you get eternal bleedin' from the stomach I'm buckin', I'm bustin', I'm bringin' trouble on your block I ain
morge with a tag on yo toe Believe this fuck with me I aint gone let it go I'm a preach this up until the moment i'm on momo I follow my first rhyme cuz
: Shit's just to real, respect my mind I'm tell'n you what's real, I'm a come like this Verse 1: Money making is my thing, Cause I'm try'n to be rich
s on ya shoulder Now I done told ya -- the streets is real all the time Gotta survive the game nigga I'ma die for mine I ain't lyin.. I do what the fuck
the T-O-P I'm H-O-T, bitches say I'm a D-O-G I'm on surveilance all day be the S-P-D's In my heart I feel, fuck the police Cause in they hear they feel
nigger it's flip or get flopped Let it drip or get dropped I represent uptown I 50 round on clowns I turn smiles into frowns I from the place of places I
on the wall I ain't even gotta do it I got goons on call I'm a beast I'm a dawg you a bitch you a fraud I'm a ride I'm a G you a snitch you a fraud If
nigga's I want thirty a ki [Chorus - repeat 2X] Nigga I'm thugged out You wanna find me, I'm hustlin' In the drug house, If I don't know ya I ain't gonna
stretched to God she cried out O my God I'm disgraced too ashamed to lift my face to You because our sins are greater than our heads can hold in You I trust O
s why I'm poppin shit I don't forgive I don't forget, what you said, where you flip When you get hit, I hope that's it, pop-pop, all on your whip I-I,
