I'm from the section of the city,
now the trophy You niggas losing my rulers from disrespecting
the dubbing We earn our stripes through the night from
leaving your body stiff as pipes And
if you like we can gladly take out your
legs I'm like the reaper when I'm coming,
my bitch
I'm collecting haters on the front line *
one time them assholes coming like raiders
These pussies
You wanna knock your tell em, tell em sucker
You got big bullets that like to watch you down in Texas
We ain't your friends
We feed the brakes off a bitch when it come to oom
Down in Texas, we get them in
Sippin' man for himself, * a friend
I can run the world under 5 or 17
All over the block,
they gon' wonder where we been
Down in Texas,
where you been?
We where we from and they will never wanna see it I
can run the world under 5 or 17 All over the block,
they gon' wonder where we been
I ride with a fully loaded revolver when I'm
up in these streets And I can't be naked here,
I'm protected when I'm up in these streets
And if a jack across my path,
I'ma blast his ass I can't be your baby daddy,
lil' mama,
you hoes can't see my cash
Once upon a time,
there was a ghetto and I was the king
Filled in love by many,
I'd make the world duck if I was the king
Who that, who that, mad, mad?
Who that, who that talkin' dime?
Bitch,
you know the reason why my bridges sag when I walk around
Who that, mad,
who that talkin' dime?
Bitch,
you know the reason why my bridges sag when I walk around
Who that, who that, mad, mad?
Who that, who that talkin' dime?
Bitch,
you know the reason why my bridges sag when I walk around
It could be the pro-fo or the fo-fo,
so-fo,
so-fo
The same reason you wouldn't * with Mike Tyson,
don't * with Ro either
Cause you gon' need to get some stitches in your face
I wish a nigga would trip cause this bitch a baby mama in my face
What y'all know about Mo City or the West or Dead End?
Y'all all about extras and ofas,
gon' hit your bread
If it's,
if it's since July the 9th when I came home
I been up and down 10 and 290 stangin',
bringin' that cane home
Down in Texas,
we can't give in Cause every man gon' tell * a friend
I can't mother work under 5 or 16 All for the block,
they gon' wonder where we been
Down in Texas,
where you been?
Really, where we goin' even now I wanna see
I can't mother work under 5 or 16 All for the block,
they gon' wonder where we been
Down in Texas, where you been?
It's a wall in these city streets over dope beats and then
And many men have been peein',
tryna get in But few can contend,
niggas just can't win
And from Dead End,
we're grown men,
smash your head in From Dead End,
we're young men,
up to let it in
See my niggas is fatty,
put hoes in your belly It's just people dishonest,
so ain't nobody tellin'
It's rhymin' and crack-sellin',
laws comin' we bettin' We'll speak high,
tellin' communication niggas petty
Daddy,
daddy,
gotta get that cash With a pen and a pad,
lockin' the mask
I got the Mac in my bag It's big ho,
ho,
motherfucker,
I don't just
talk I walk the walk, have motherfuckers traced
and chalked Believe that, nigga, I breathe that
And I'm waitin' on some feedback Down in Texas,
where you been?
Really,
where we goin' even now I wanna see I can't mother work under 5 or 16
All the laws on the block,
they gon' wonder where we been
Down in Texas,
where you been?
Really, where we goin' even now
I wanna see I can't mother work under 5 or 16
All the laws on the block,
they gon' wonder where we been