them diamonds in my mouth. (i got them diamonds in my mouth) (this how we do it down south) (Z-ro) hold up a minute im the king of tha ghetto. holdin tha rap
to be somebody But now I've gotta get a visit just to see somebody I'm in this all white, reminscin all night, 'bout my cousin Trans Wreakin havoc in this rap
respect like faith F**k respect I do this to keep a ride and a place Will I survive cuz God is watchin' Satan takin' my sanity please God stop it Im feelin
Lil' Flip & Paul Wall) [Hook - 4x] From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth [Z-Ro] Hold up a minute, I'm the King of the Ghetto Holding the rap
Then they grow up, to get they blast on Everybody saying, that the black community is out control Even in the suburbs, brains get blown They blame rap
bail bond fuck you bitches, I love my riches go get it forward march cannibal in these killing fields tired of hangin on this cross witness the J.Prince runnin the south Rap
Ro] Day by day it's more impossible, to hold on I'm going head up with the shadow of death, and getting stole on Will I survive, is God gonna come and
shit'll get you killed (get you killed) [Z-Ro] I wake up early in the evening, roll myself a cigarillo We talk to my Guerilla Maab, niggas'll roll solo All these other rap
it right this time wait till the g get free If I could make the jail house all of that Mo-Town live When I ain't T.W. to the free the rap game is mine
, fo' I'ma come down, it's your partna Z-Ro Never been a hoe, never been a broad Every night 'fore I go to sleep, I gotta talk to God One time, gotta
bags receiving blows, trying to maintain Dealing with insanity, probably dumping demanding me Started out at a slow pace, now I'm losing it rapidly Trying to keep my faith in God
I tote my chrome Packing that plastic in the middle of the night, I gotta protect my dome Looking for the reason, why, my nigga ain't breathing God damn
s Can't even count, how many blunts I blaze Wetter than syrup slide, riding on the way Can't nobody talk about pain like me, and that's about a god damn
my life is murder and mail The opposition see me coming, and they blast they self This for my homies that don't know me, when I'm broke Swear to God I
on drank But I'm right back heavy on beer Stained finger tips and lips, cause smoking come with murders Fiending for heaven but I wonder, if I'm worthy Please God
it up to the Fat Pat, nigga cause we Southside holding Rolling in luxury cars, sipping on bar, talking on cellulars Receiving messages from Mars, nothing but rap
damn fool, not to go You rap about Amsterdam nigga, I really been And over there, you could get ten blunts for ten I smoke over and over again, God forgive
bullets,hoppin out of buildings clock millions when you speak my killers come and pop children rock civilans,Ak's-223's drop cielings you'll make it out alive just paralyzed God's willing Rap