motherfucking Mo City Don And it go down [Hook:] Southside, we bomb first when we ride Swanging on elbows, chopping on choppers that's right Cause we real, on
I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog [Z-Ro] You use to come, and scoop me In the sharp, from the trailer park in Hiram-Clarke Rolling blue over blades
Creeping and crawling on swangas, or might be blades with buttons Gucci from head to toe, I'm looking sharp enough to cut ya Gangsta strutting on hatas
Cause you see me coming down up on your slab, swanging thangs Playa don't hate me, hate the game Cause you see me coming down up on your slab, chopping blades
the blade in New York-a Wetter than a snorkeler, that boy's just like a shark-a I be sniping on boys, straight strifling boys Letting em know I come through
.. [Z-Ro] Nigga fuck all y'all Fuck all these niggaz, and fuck all these hoes If I needed a ride, I called on niggaz If I wanted some ass, I called on
Rusty blades make aim cream spread like mayonnaise magn I can't think of nothin' that ever made me feel like that dro Not even a woman, cause as quick as she comes
and stole and pulling hoes Serve drank by the four, blowing bud in studios Its paying me feddy and cheese, triple beams and doja cream Chop on blades and swang on
testing me Progress is so sweet, ain't tripping with envy Slip and slide like a snake, vibrate the world like a quake Mashing hard on the gas, with 3rd Coast on the plate Roll on
[Z-Ro] Screwed Up Click killas these niggas don't want none When I be coming down and gripping, on my gun Finger, on the trigger, every-body ducking
coming to a close that's why I pray to my God - my God give me strength so I can carry on [Verse 1 - Trae] Feel like I'm goin on 40 but I ain't hit the
and reeling on their feet. Girls at the Jubilee in low-cut dresses yield to the caresses and the man-handling. Black hands on white shoulders, white hands on
hands on my soul Oh, no, I'm going home Her vicious lips feel like a razor blade poem Razor blade eyes, tan colored thighs A girl with a spine and a man on
each and every brother on the streets If not peace then at least let's get a piece I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased Lookin' through
and get to creepin I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone I'm only 19, I'm tryin to hustle on my own on the spot where everybody and
how this shit go (y'know) {All Eyez On Me} Motherfuckin O.G. Roll up in the club and shit (is that right?) {All Eyez On Me} {All Eyez On Me} But
I didn't know he smoked so I didn't watch him close He caught me on the sneak tip, now the punk's in deep shit Catch him on the streets, I'ma bring him
my tracks like a mu'fucka (fucka) I'll City's on something cold My bank account fat, your wallet got lypo Big bank (check) I'm lysol (fresh) Clarksville on