put down your banners and flowers this war you've made won't last your country, just lines on a map they're drawn up, they don't last the paper cities
1: T.I.] Man I remember before I say that wait let me issue this statement No way should reflection be mistaking for glorification Now I remember so vivid me and my niggas was living
get my day started Pray to the most how I roll up my hays and spark it And then my paper starts to roll in Money in paper bags Hammers with laser tags
of my teachers reached me! I wasn't cuttin up in class, I had money on my mind, visualizing a muthafuckin come up, ready to get up and grind! Chasing paper
to me, come on come in then We know we got a lot of haters, but we ain't tripping Cause we living how we wanna, live daily smoking and sipping When you
[Z-Ro talking] Yes sir, Z-Ro, Lil' Keke, Screw to Mo City CMG, KMJ, this how it go [Chorus] Sunshine, living in the ghetto daily trying to find Sunshine
live, ain't no hate to the other side Nigga we all shout for the third coast, feel that Z-Ro the Crooked nigga, Z-Ro the motherfucking Mo City Don And
and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon
Nigga save your soul cause we all gotta struggle or strive And that's called survival It's vital nigga better know what to die for Living in the battlefield
me the camcorder and a city with plans Me and my fam, hustle and tussle in makin this groove, me and my mans How we gon' do this? (MAKE THEM MOVE) Keepin it live
Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I
in my hood [Ludacris:] Everybody on the corner with the work slangin & bangin in front of that liquor store Blowin money cause I live life fast with
paper for polly'n, penny-pinch for hours Take sacks from cowards when the streets is watchin Tuck guns in trunks cause real G's is boxin Ain't no other
streets like the place is mine, told to cover my tracks I push paper to increase my shine I'm on my chief, jumpin out the wagon like Tyco And get the kind of paper