Cheyah
They say I'm still on that same old shit
Ha Ha
Okay
Let's get it
Your now tuned in to the streets
Such a regular broadcast had just been canceled
Trae Tha Truth
King of the streets
And this a new one this year
Street's Advocate, nigga
I heard some niggas trippin'
What it is mayne
Bitch I'm a grown man
I ain't for playing games
A major factor in the city that these niggas claim
And in a corner gangstas they yelling a nigga name
Some haters want me in the streets, well what'cha waiting on?
You gone need more then paramedics try'na take me home
I'm goin' expose any character try'na play me wrong
I beat that ass outta order like you was... (Mike Jones)
I heard the logic tell a fake niggas fall as he get
Well bitch I'm right here now they ain't gotta be dealing shit
These niggas mo' pussy then bitches who famous in flicks
These niggas sick the truth the only one issue in hits
I heard it's mercies, just give me a reason
And I see something through that household that rep when you leasing
It's me against the world I'm feeling like I'm Michael Vick
The industry don't wanna see the truth, tell them niggas to quit
I ain't a Rap-A-Lot no mo' Records serving the rabbit
But me and Jay Brothers for life, fuck with him and I'm scraping
First nigga track goin' be an example ya think we slacking
This A.B.N. Rap-A-Lot Mafia, bitch what's happenin'
I went to sleep and woke up with the same vision as Pac
And let this unified go and re-incorated the block
I rep the streets cause I'm the king and niggas know I'm in it
These niggas rap about the hood but me I go up in it
Tell the media fuck they camera, I ain't photogenic
But picture this standing out on some four doors and tinted
See I expose them in the light, then I damage they image
With these gorillas pumping something the color of spinach
My street credibility straight, it ain't nothing to fix
I did a show running my man told em copy my brick
Fuck a case, these bullets will drop of a snitch
So let em know the hood I be, I be hopping this bitch
That's the realest shit I ever wrote, nigga
(Why they keep on calling my name?)
You know, I don't know what the fuck they been sleeping on
(Why they keep on calling my name?)
I feel like I need to slap they ass across the head and wake em back up
This year
(Why they keep no calling my name?)
You know, I ain't gotta jock no album, huh, I gotta drop mixtapes in days
(Why they keep no calling my name?)
You know I am commonly, it this goin be how I feel like being in a tentery
I'm on some, I'm on some real nigga shit right now
You know all these bugs gotta take care, move them out the fuckin' way
Streets Advocate is here
I don't think they even wanna see me mayne
Fuck this, they don't wanna see me period
Well get'cha best of the best mayne, ya favorite rapper
I'm out of here
Tell them niggas find me in the hood mayne
No telling what a nigga got going on
But oh yeah
If you don't know, nigga
It bout to be a muthafuckin' problem
The Truth is on the way
Holla at me
Ayyo, Boss
I think we need to pull out the forum on swangs
I made history homie
Ha Ha Ha
Fuck with us, nigga
King of the muthafuckin' streets
I'm just now starting to have my muthafuckin' fun, nigga
The Street's Advocate, nigga
Ha Ha
Why they keep on calling my name?
(Trae)
I feel it everytime that I hit the corner, bitch niggaz be hating me
Been G since '93, and ain't no way they fin to be fading me
I roll with gorillas, and plus the hood is my habitat
All the real gon ride with Trae, and anything else see we ain't having that
I put this motherfucker on vibe, before I be going out like a part
They know my wheels, made displays out of my scars
So I'm real with it, they can just might get you killed with it
So I'm all alone inside my Chevrolet, plotting to get a mill ticket
And I'm cool, but I don't know who to trust
Even my lady flipped the script, for roach ass niggaz with lust
Wish I was stress free, but since I ain't I gotta kick it where the rest be
Keeping it real to make it where the best be, test me
That ain't a good idea, cause some say I'm a asshole
Whether they like it or not, I'm gon get to see my grass grow
And I'm gon fight for it, until they see me breathless
A A.B.N. soldier, cause I was restless
(Young Noble)
From East Oakland to the H-Town, they know my name
Still nobody, still don't know my pain
Growing up in the game, I feel restless young but a old nigga
Seen too much too fast, it's fucking with my soul nigga
Born to be a outlaw, traveled down the road
Most of y'all never been, hope you don't wanna go
I tell em young nigga, don't try to be like me
Be better than me, be the best you can be
They feel the good die young, soldier you ain't done
Ninety percent of us, don't even get to make it out the slum
A.B.N., I use to cop the fat dime from Sabian
Come back to the hood and get blown, I was a baby then
Baby when I was younger, somebody should of told me
To slow down youngster, I know it's some'ing better for you
Then hugging this glock, and ducking these cops
Then sent me the angel, in the form of pop
(Hook)
Everyday, it's like I'm back in the zone
Real life, got a nigga feeling like it's on
God can you help me, cause it's lonely on my own
My people use to be right, but now I'm feeling like they wrong
My roll dog, trying to tell me that I need to chill
But he don't understand, cause he ain't feeling how I feel
And how the fuck, do they got love for me if they ain't real
Lord knows, I don't wanna end up getting killed I'm restless
(Trae)
The streets can feel me, cause I'm in my zone and watching out for these niggaz telling
Closer than my dame done came, to see convicted felons
And my state of mind just ain't right, jealousy in the air
How these niggaz act I swear, they had the devil up in they swear
But I don't trip I throw my loc's on, when I fall into the night
And only acknowledge the real niggaz, while the rest can't get it right
I'm on my note homie can't you tell, watching me doing my thang
I'm the real if you don't know, just watch me when I'm holding my name
Only less and less, moving at a pace they never seen
Ducking laws and crooked niggaz, trying to get close to my green
Two heaters sitting on my hip, cause some of these niggaz'll never lace up
And if they do, then I'm gon be the first to swell they face up
And that's gon stay the same, whether I'm broke or I'm balling out
Losing these dirty bitches, but I still hear em calling out
My life is on another level, squabbing at it's best
And everyday, I'm thanking God to keep my blessed
(Hook)
Everyday, it's like I'm back in the zone
Real life, got a nigga feeling like it's on
God can you help me, cause it's lonely on my own
My people use to be right, but now I'm feeling like they wrong
My roll dog, trying to tell me that I need to chill
But he don't understand, cause he ain't feeling how I feel
And how the fuck, do they got love for me if they ain't real
["What can I do" is repeated as a snippet to the beat throughout the song]
[talking]
Asshole By Nature
I see you motherfuckers just determined
to make a nigga get on y'all ass
roach ass motherfuckers
I don't know what to do with you beat up ass broke motherfuckers
see us in the streets...
[Verse 1: Boss]
What can I do to get these hoe ass niggaz out my mix
I'm straight from the block tryna get a brick
I ended up puttin shit down with the click
now a bunch of niggaz out ridin my dick
I'm a slide me a bitch, sit him in the 6
put zip lock then I'm a hide me a bitch
no more pride for the bitch
niggaz get mad cause I bang to the left, and plus I ride when I switch
stickin to the G guide line, peep them from the side line
Boss gotta big gat bitch I'm a hide mine
got it ready to pop and put you on the high line
from my hot nine thinkin I would never pull out and pop mine
bitch it's the maab, ridin our dick must be your big job
I might serve every nigga standin in your squad
got G's from over seas, and places apart
you don't wanna fuck around
put him in the middle of a 30-30 scope and I'm buckin him down
4 slugs hit e'm before he touchin' the ground
I'm in love with my rounds, I be lovin the sound
while I'm huggin four pounds, hoe made niggaz better move when I'm 'round
before my face show a frown
hittin niggaz up with that HGC and that 2-2-3 and I'm ditchin the town
[Verse 2: Trae]
Guess who the fuck-top back in the do'
seperatin from the plex with a beam and a scope
hop fly I'm a hit a nigga dead in his throat
with a mac fully attack no force to let go
might touch on a nigga like Shaq
hit him in chest now he body rockin like Pat
when he size up I'm a put his ass on his back
have his bitch ass runnin to the trunk for the gat-where the haters at
better yet nigga why bother, I'm a pain in the ass like Antonio Tarver
ABN we opperate like the carter, and been G'd up since a nigga was starters
North to the South, South back to the North
East to the West let it go I set it off
we the team of the H plus we run with the south
Trae, Jayton, Z Ro the Crooked, and Lil'Boss
hop in the L crank up ready to floss
swoop through the block my frame ready-to-toss
mouth piece gotta nigga bout to goin off
cause my grill worth about 4 ki's in the south
now what can I do about niggaz like these
AK's to the chest will make them burn like trees
forty-rounds out the clip will make them scat like fleas
roach ass nothin type of niggaz gotta bleed
So many times I tried, you know I needed you by my side
But you left me alone for the ride, and I ain't mad at ya
We all know that life goes on-The pain inside got me singin this song
That's why I'd rather be on my own my on, and I ain't mad at ya
I remember fightin the pain till I was out of breath
But now I live my life, ridin alone like it ain't nothing left
Who'd ever thought I'd do a song to show you how I felt
I tried to keep it real but it ain't no need you only for your self
No matter how many times you turn your back I'm doin fine
It ain't my concern about you and yours, I just keep doin mine
Day after day my people told me you was outta line
You probably took your time, prayin to God that I would never shine, Life goes on
It's funny how the tables turned, comin from nothing to something(oh yea)
Hell I went through so many things, wouldn't give it up for nothing
And though I learn to survive it's like I'm losin my mind
Cause it's a cold, cold world that we live in
And I can't believe they tried to shit on me, but oh well-Life goes on
I told myself it ain't no need for me to keep it real
Cause bein real is something that I see you just won't never feel
But I still do my thing and Lord knows I hate the pain
But I know it won't ever change, a G is what I'm gon remain
So I guess that I can't complain
It probably hurt your heart to see me get a piece of fame
But if you would've been down a hundred percent you would've got the same
No matter what I do it seem to me you kind of pissed
And I ain't mad at all you just another one on my list
So now I'm rollin in my zone, It might be lonely at the top but I'm comfortable on my own
I remember many days you was livin to do me wrong
Yeah you took me for granted but now you realizing I'm gone
It's another chapter closed and I'm movin on to the next
I use to stay up stressing but now it be easy for me to rest
It be the same situation when you come from the bottom
[Hook]
I just can't take, this shit no more
I feel I'm losing my mind, but still I can't let go
The pain inside of my chest, about to make me blow
So run inside of my range, and I'll be forced to let go
[Trae]
I can't take it, I feel I'm losing composure
My attitude done got me clicking, but fuck it cause I'm a soldier
Lately I've been on that other shit, like a mad dude
Stressing over my brother, living in penitentiary blues
Never shed both tears, but I'm keeping a clip for them haters
With any reason opening fire, on a bitch made traitor
I've been falling off in my zone lately, and if one of these nigga
Run up on me, then I'm letting em have it baby
And it ain't no if and maybe's, so shady with the way they living
If willing I'm drilling, dealing with bitches that got me sinning
I'm trying to cope, but I feel like they really wanna bring it out me
When how many niggas out here, say they down and I know they doubt me
It's fucked up, but I'ma pull a maneuver
Bobbing and weaving, and run it to you
Hard times, got me mentally ready to bring it to you
Cause I'm young black and broke, with hopes of getting paid
You better disperse, cause I feel like I wanna spray bitch
[Hook]
[Z-Ro]
You can't assassinate my character, whispering words of war
But I'm fed up with you son of a bitches, you've gone too far
Making a mockery out of my name, ain't cool
So I'm straight to the horse's mouth, me and my motherfucking tool
I love nothing and slug something, every twenty minutes
Fuck with me and the murder scene, just can't be prevented
I'm hell bound, will I be punished for thinking this way
A problem child of reason, I'm smoking and drinking today
Jokes of Douglas and Fraiser, we the niggas who made you
Fuck us over, and can't nobody save you
I'm the truth, mark ass niggas get a loosing in they tooth
Get murdered in the streets, the way to get murdered in the booth
I'll ride for my niggas, and I'll die for my niggas
It ain't shit to let my 45, fly for my niggas
Take a ride for my niggas, to the swamps and back
So bear a witness, to the motherfucking pumps I pack bitch
[Yukmouth]
I can't stand the pain, I can't stand the rain
Taking penitentiary chances, moving grams of caine
I snatch your chain, run in your house and grab them thangs
Hit the block like Ro and Trae, with them slabs of bang
Stay on the grind, twenty-fo' sev'
Don't make me turn this 211, to a 1-8-7 one in your head
Street sweeper, 2-2-3's to capitate your legs
Break your legs, like Kujo to shake the FED's
I break bread with my goons, cause the streets gotta eat
And if it ain't no food on the streets, a dog show his teeth
I'm a beast, fuck a freak go to sleep with my heat
Creep stay on my feet, ain't no mercy for the weak
Fuck you geeks, I'm trying to stress this dope like yeast
Fuck the police, I go to court smoking a sweet
Talk shit, like 50 Cent I'll put a hole in your cheek
I roll deep with the Guerilla Maab, I'm down for the beef nigga
[Hook]
[Trae]
Deep inside, I see they got a nigga spitting these verses
I got to get, but still it seem like I was blessed with the curses
And deep inside, I know nobody give a fuck about me
So stay the fuck from round me, cause bitch you tend to bring it out me
I heard some niggas looking for me, on the other side
And if they come, I bet they run into a homicide
Sending them slugs, and they won't stop until they get inside
Animosity in my chest, done got me spitting wide and I ain't lying
[Z-Ro]
Friends turn into foes, and foes turn into memories
No mask when I ride, to make sure a nigga remember me
My name bring pain, to the soul of a busta
Cause it's more than a concussion, when I touch a motherfucker
(forever Guerilla Maab), and it's gon be for life
And it be retaliation, then it's gon be tonight
I wish a nigga would, run up and be laying it down
Locate his neighborhood, high ball and I'm spraying it down
[Trae]
It's still the same thang ain't nothing changed, me and my dogs trying to have thangs
Flipping our cheddar trying to maintain, don't wanna go to jail but trying to hit stangs
I'm a G sitting back peeping game, on the block where the niggaz might get ya mayn
4-4 slugs might hit ya frame, cause these niggaz still wanna go against the grain
Steady trying to ball, just not knowing they about to fall
Want the love but they hate em all, wanting God but they ain't made the call
Niggaz thinking they just too cool, fifteen years old dropped out of school
Trying to cap about what they do, drama come they better get that tool
They know death sitting round the corner, Lord knows they ain't ready for the reaper to come calling
They life falling ahead of time, and ain't trying to stall him
This right here is all that I see, T-R-A-E is all that I be
Same thang different day, gotta live your life by any means
[Hook x2]
It's the same thang, different day
Niggaz know, what I mean dog
It's the same thang, different day
Same thang, different day dog
[Trae]
Collect call from the county jail, Kick Dog caught up trying to make the mail
Third strike and ain't got no bail, inside it hurt like hell
Everyday this how the world turn, in the heat but don't wanna get burned
22-Agg' might make him learn, he going through it for a hell of a term
Baby mama ain't make it no better, she know that you gone and she searching for cheddar
You losing your mind and it's really whatever, all the pain is your permanent weather
Back put up against the wall, pride ain't gon let him give up at all
Built up pressure bout to let go, so his outlook on life is fuck em all
My advice is to slow it down, ain't no type of kin folk coming round
That shit ain't right you and I both know, your dog gon be the one to hold it down
And that's life whether real or fake, reality is what you can't shake
It be the same thing everyday, the weight of the world might make you break
[Hook x2]
[Trae]
A new day but the same drama, everybody still wanna prove theyself
Let me tell it to ya damn fool, headed off to go lose theyself
He got beef wit you know who, hot headed for the hood near you
Letting everybody pump up his brain, loading up to see what you do
Dog you don't wanna go out like that, slugs'll get ya where you can't fight back
It don't take much for you to know that, six shots and everybody gon scat
Where ya dogs where ya friends, you back alone once again
If it's meant to be you won't walk again, fucking with them same ol' niggaz again
I ain't going but I'm trying to show ya, everyday life is about to fold ya
Don't get caught up trying to be a soldier, you'll wind up dead when nobody know ya
That's the truth and it's simple and plain, don't let the devil get up in ya mayn
He'll have it when you gon lose your brain, in different ways but it's all the same
[Hook x2]
[talking]
Same thang different day, time roll by know I'm saying
Shit still don't change, it's always the same
Everyday reality, gotta take it for what it is you know I'm saying
Don't whine about the shit, just be smart about it
Don't be no fool, get caught up in the hype
Street life know I'm saying, that ain't shit to brag about
Some people, just stuck with that shit
My advice is get your grind on, do your thang
Do it on the low, you feel what I'm saying
Don't get caught up, fucking with these fake motherfuckers
Or your so-called friends, so-called gal
[talking:]
I got you baby, put your seatbelt on mayn
It's finna be a serious ride, a nigga finna take you know
There's a chance, a nigga might not even make it back
One thang I know fa sho, I'm going down in history for this one
Trae the motherfucking Truth, I'm pushing this bitch
Asshole By Nature
[Trae:]
Now they hear everything out here be fucked up, I know I gotta watch what I say
I got a few niggaz still stuck on lockdown, hoping they might come home one day
So I gotta do my best to do what I do, and try to get all the way to the top
Whether I fall or drop shit don't stop, so I refuse to lose what I got
I'ma push my shit like I push a black whip, and homie don't trip I'll be right back
Even if it get rough I'm a G, it'll be ok real niggaz know how to bounce back
Right here for the realest I gotta keep up, ain't nan nigga out here finna see Trae
With the heat I got and the conversation with the mack, gon get niggaz up out the way
I done been at the bottom too long it seem to me, they wanna see me ass'd the fuck out
But I tell em don't hold they breath waiting on me to lose, they ass'll pass the fuck out
Trae is the Truth out here you can tell when I spit, niggaz know what it do out here
Determination on my chest got me in that other shit, so nigga you will get ran through out here
Don't call my bluff I'd rather see you make it, ain't no need to be fucked off
It's too many real niggaz dead, while the scary ass niggaz out here stay ducked off
These niggaz out here be real fraud, they fuck around and get real scarred
And I'm doing 8-5 on the dash, when I'm in my whip I flip real hard
[Hook: x4]
(push), I'm pushing mayn
(push), I'm pushing mayn
(push), I'm pushing mayn
(push), push it to the limit
[Trae:]
I got a few G's out here who still need help, so I gotta get em out of this trap
Every chance that I get I'ma try to get em paid, when I get a little money coming back from the rap
And I got lil' niggaz coming up still gangbanging, so I know a nigga still gotta fight
And I gotta do my best to show em this life, so they will last show em what's wrong and what's right
But they got me the voice of the streets, and I hear a few niggaz wanna get a nigga crown
I done been in this bitch a decade, it take a lil' mo' than a lot if you wanna see Trae get down
I done been around with the old heads on the block, in the back of the trap with a brick and a glock
In the middle of the night till the sunlight pop, then they off in the night with they top on drop
To keep from the cops that's how a nigga earn, watch em fuck up that's how a nigga learn
Got sent to the back now they know it's my turn, fuck over Trae your ass'll get burned
I've never been weak I keep shit stern, ain't no folks ever been my concern
I laid down the law you can call me the firm, fake sideways talk get straight like perm
I do everything that I do for the streets, and it been about them never been about me
T-E to the X-A-S O.G., niggaz saying I quit they don't know about me
I'ma push this shit for my lil' brother Jay, my big brother Dinkie and Joe McVey
For my nigga Shot G, Lil' Ro, DJ, I'ma push this shit clean up out the way
[Hook x4]
[talking:]
This how it go down, out here mayn
Trae the Truth, Asshole By motherfucking Nature
Slow Loud And Bangin', Screwed Up motherfucking Click
(*Shyna*)
Cause, it's all I knoooow
(Trae)
I wish this life'd get better, but everyday it's like I'm wishing for nothing
But still I'm walking like I'm proud, and keep it G when I'm strutting
It's been a long road, watching everything unfold
I'm 24 and still alive, so I respect what I'm told
Some days I wonder who might go through, what I go through
Where every other day, some motherfucker think they know you
Come here nigga let me show you, that money don't change a thang
The only thing that change, is how quick your partnas'll bust your brain
I'm so use to seeing it rain, I give a fuck about the sunshine
I'm adapted to pain, that's why they feel it when I spit mine
It's anger when I spit lines, I remember what it was and where I'm coming from
I started from nothing, that's why I'm glad I made it out the slums
But that ain't do nothing, but change a nigga address
Same old drama same bullshit, same old stress
I'm well acquainted with the rain, so way too much that I ain't seen
Yeah I'm still below the possible, it's fuck you when I'm dreaming
(Hook: Shyna & (Dallas))
See I would rather, feel the rain
Cause shit, don't ever change
(cause shit don't ever change)
So I kick it, with the rain
(so I'll just kick it, see I'll just kick it with the rain)
And try the best, to do my thang
(and try my best, and try my best)
Cause it's all I knoooow
(Trae)
It's like I keep feeling the pressure frustrated and agg'd, but trying to keep focus
Is hell, when pain collide with the rain haven't you noticed
I had a few up's in my life, and a whole bunch of them down's
It's amazing, how our niggaz still around
Nevetheless I find myself, doing the same thang
Drop another album for the block, and try to get my change
And deep beneath that all I feel, like it's the last that I'm giving
While on this trip, you see my hurt no longer keeping me driven
I don't even feel part of nothing, it's been that way from the get
One of the realest, but I still end up the last round draft pick
I thought it was coming, a twenty thousand dollar video
BET denied it, cause unlike... it wasn't bout the hoes
And I ain't capping, I'm just keeping it real
It's prolly cause I don't be rapping, I be keeping it real
I won't sell my soul for no dollar, the money cars or fame
I won't even give it thought, I would rather kick it with the rain motherfucker
(Hook)
(Trae)
It ain't too many can relate, to what I'm feeling inside
I've been a loner on my own, so I continue to ride
Whether my life done been sour, I still been playing my part
No matter what these niggaz say, don't try to take it to heart
I found myself in that situation, too many of times
And start to searching for myself, but anger's all that I find
I'm motivated by the doubt, that they done gained for a nigga
And all this way below the belt shit, that they aim at a nigga
But still I learn to continue on, to the next episode
No matter the weight up on my shoulders, I'll be damned if I fold
And even though, I'd rather find myself inside of the rain
It's only cause I see the fake, when I'm outside of the rain
And I ain't speaking on all, but yeah I'm speaking on most
This show right here, is when you keep it real and Trae is the host
If you ain't never been inside it, ain't no way to explain
The only thing that understand me, is the drops of the rain
(Hook)
(Shyna)
I'd rather feel the rain, (I'd rather feel the rain)
Cause shit don't ever change, (cause shit don't change)
So I kick it with the rain, (I kick it with the rain)
[Trae talking]
I'd like to take this time out right now
to set the motherfuckin record straight
how the fuck somebody gonna tell my story for me?
if I ain't mistaken it's only one motherfuckin Trae around this bitch
what the fuck gives you the right to speak on my name
like you know what fuck goin on with me nigga
niggaz don't know shit, same ol' gossip ass, messy ass shit
nigga need to speak on your own self nigga, 2 each it's own
probably shouldn't even give y'all niggaz the time of day
but fuck it peep this...
[Verse 1]
Well off the bat let me expose the truth and the matter
it was never no easy task when I was climbin the ladder
but every time I hit the block the hood got somethin to say
whether Houston on down to Austin they stay speakin on Trae
shit they probably want me in jail cause I keep somethin to spray
I tryed to chill but they showed me that it ain't no other way
me and my kin folk don't even get to smile that much
I guess everybody hate the fact that we be grindin so much
and I ain't mad cause I figured it was comin one day
I can't even trust no niggaz or no woman today
I could've swore everybody said they was proud of a nigga
but act differant when they hit the other side and they clown on a nigga
but I ain't bothered unless a nigga really disrespectin
then ain't no more talkin till they ass get taught a lesson
2 each it's own so why they wanna act like they know mine
they probably think that they know me cause they listen to my rhymes
peep this I ain't get no love from nobody
other rappers thought they was better we was broker then everybody
only person who helped me and Ro was my nigga Roc
and all of my niggaz that's still affilated from the block, non stop
cause I got some niggaz ridin my back
until the Lord come back to get me I'll be guidin the pack
and it ain't hard cause every one of them is my family
loyalty till the death and that's why niggaz can't stand me
[Hook: Trae + Shyna]
Fuck what you thinkin niggaz really don't know me
still I keep singin get the fuck away from me
Fuck what you thinkin niggaz really don't know me
still I keep singin get the fuck away from me
Cheeah*
[Verse 1:]
Cheeah, nothing promise so I kick it like I'm bout to leave
Fighting pressure got me practicing my barb and weave
I deal with hate like love is something that I don't believe
Nothing less than thankful tryna cherish everyday I breathe
Street nigga, hood credit nigga nothing cash
Unless I'm in the hood stunting with my nothing ass
Paparazzi on em look at all these flashing lights
Outta control something like a pilot who was crash at flight
Seven letter certified by the sender
I bring the hood to any section I enter, and that they better remember
They tell me smile but in they no mind DJ
One of my brothers gone away till November
Until then I'm goin be...
[Hook: samples "Fast Forward" by Jody Breeze]
Go and cop a drop, sittin-sittin on some custom rims
Go and cop a drop, sittin-sittin on some custom rims
Go and cop a drop, sittin-sittin on some custom rims
Go and cop a drop, sittin-sittin on some custom rims
I represent for the south (hey) my resident is a sloim
I represent for the south (hey) my resident is a sloim
I represent for the south (hey) my resident is a sloim
[Verse 2:]
Lil homies on the corner askin what the buisness?
I say the struggle knowing haters praying that I'm finished
They rather superman but radio say he's a menace
When others left the hood these stay to catch perfect attendants
Word on the street messing with Trae it could lose your career
Yeah that might be true the pussy niggas who living in fear
Fuck em, seeing it close something they wouldn't using
This day eviction note is tell them niggas keep it moving
The sound in my trunk is atomic, speakers plexing
And I'm slippin on this Challenger glass see on reflection
And I'm pose through anger management, swangers so much aggression
Even wise over stretching like crazy
No direction...
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I'm in this old school nobody but me in the car
I fin em slumps try'na duck off from being a star
Call it an asshole state of mind
So I do clarity at this watch under these rocks to display the time
Half of that inside the grill or say I'm doin fine
I know these haters hot as fuck to see me doin mine
They tell me focus on the day, I only see at night
In this black locs try'na stop the world from being bright
Cheeah, till the casket I'm the realist in it
I guess they never got the message so I'm here to send it
I'm on they ass until the world understand me
I try to tell em ain't no way they can ban me
Picture me rollin I'm...
Check it, check it, check it...
[Chorus: B.I.G. sample]
I grew up a fuckin screw up
Got introduced to the game, to the game and fuckin blew up
I grew up a fuckin screw up
Got introduced to the game, to the game and fuckin blew up
I grew up a fuckin screw up
Got introduced to the game, to the game and fuckin blew up
I grew up a fuckin screw up
Got introduced to the game, to the game and fuckin blew up
[Verse 1: Trae]
I grew up a screw up to the best of my knowledge
I continue through out the streets, can't tell you shit about college
I chose my own path on a lonely road - to try an get paid
and pray to God me and my niggas will never have to lay in no grave
I never got to be like Mike, cause I ended up like my brother
livin crazy in these streets, but an angel around my mother
fascinated by the light in the night, and the money, and hoes
the clothes, and all the whips, and the diamonds - while they swangin on 4's
I got my first gun, headed for my first lick
my nigga switched it up and he was headed for his first brick
either way that it went, we both was gon'try an get paid
and wasn't no way in hell they was gon'stick me with minimum age
it ain't take but thirty - seconds to make up my mind
and it took me by the dirt, and that took the side that I had to shine
and I was gon'get it whether it was legal or crime
I had to get a piece even if it lead me to doin some time
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Trae]
Whether they like it or not this rappin done got me settled
every since a youth I hit the gas, with my weight on the pedal
Dinkie told me this gon'be my ticket to leave the hood
and when they see me now these niggas know it's all good
I ain't finna let shit get in my way, it took me a second to get here
I'm the champion of the streets, so it's understood I'm a sit here
Lord knows how many fuck ups, it took for me to get here
it's only room for one, all you extra niggas can't fit here
even if I was a screw up - I turned out bein' a ghetto star
with a teacher's salary invested inside of my ghetto car
I guess it ain't all that bad to be who I am
I'd do it all again just to show these niggas 'bout who I am(nigga)
[Chorus]
[Trae:]
Well I guess growin up a screw up, ain't all that bad huh
mothafuckers told a nigga - he wasn't gon'be shit
them hoes still doin the same mothafuckin thing nigga
I'm movin round this bitch, five mothafuckin whips
takin care of my mothafuckin son, my mothafuckin'gang
and everything I represent, yeah if I had to do this shit all over again
[** feat. Young Quis (of Abn) & Brian Angel (of Day 26):]
[Yung Quis:]
Five percent cruising through the city this a destiny*
Four then one in the hole I keep that bitch next to me
Focus on the rap game and nothing else
Haters speaking on my plug I got that bitch by myself
I'm a trapper, H-town representer
Put God's soul let me paint the perfect picture
D-boy swag snatchin something with the paper tags
My money coming out of paper bags
I smoke kush back to back I mean by the sip
ABN gang, love folks and crips
Swaggin on them fo's, I'm bout to drop the fifth
I pull a six in the one liter let's sip
I'm on another level from them haters
I'm talking gallery condo skyscrapers
My hustle right so shit I had to have it
That's why I'm a neuver issue through this traffic
[Brian Angel:]
Oh no, no, no, noooah...
Uh, you can't ban the truth
(Na no, na no no) [x2]
You can't ban the truth
(Na no, na no no) [x2]
You can't ban the truth
[Trae:]
Picture me thuggin, underneath the ghetto somewhere duck the weight
Livin for my niggas in the system somewhere tooked away
Station with a bitch whose intention is try'na fuck today
No love I only down her and tell her to get the fuck away
King of this fucked up shit they call the streets I'm unable to change
Hood attentions invested in this class of this foreign exchange
Glass houses is sorta 'nough for me to try to focus
Looking for haters with this cannon case you haven't noticed
Hard to reach I'm so far off inside the deepest cracks
I'm true Cobain suicide on the deepest tracks
I think I'm J Prince, I think I'm...
Ghetto legend picture me inside the same shoes
Thirty years still operating the same views
Robert Davis in the head holding these same screws
And when I go I hope they praise me with the same news
And leave these haters with the same blues
[Brian Angel:]
Oh no, no, no, noooah...
Uh, you can't ban the truth
(Na no, na no no) [x2]
(Intro)
Screw done already warned me - 4X
I'm fin to come through, with a tilted bumper kit
(Hook - 4X)
Screw done already warned me, bitches ain't shit
I'm fin to come through, with a tilted bumper kit
(Trae)
Guess who never left, but he back for the first time doing it like a star
Plus it's certified, by the way that I tip my car
Screw done told me back in the gap, that half these bitches wasn't shit
So I'm banging up the block one deep, while the slab recline a kit
Let it be known that we the shit, candy dripping and the dropper's got you under pressure
I bet ya that these haters sick, they better go get they ass a stretcher
This the South, home of the chrome shoes and the bang inside the trunk
We been holding since '99, I coulda taught you how to stunt
Haters love to see you fall off, but I just ain't gon fall off
Them tops be on the slab, but watch how fast I knock 'em all off
Them jackers I'm gon haul off, in the H we gon be joking
We gon shining until the death, and hope our wheels don't come up broken
Lamborgini do's, on the slab only for the hood
Ghetto superstars gon show ya, how it feel to be looking good
Tell me what ya know about Screwed Up Click, the ones who slowed the pace
And the ones who dropped the kit, and waved the trunk all in your face
(Hook - 4X)
(Lil' Keke)
Screw, done already warned me
That the S.U.C. army, is bout to start busting like a tommy
Stayed up in H-Town, where bumper kits lay down
Terrorizing the streets, like they school yard playgrounds
Bitches ain't shit, so I do it my way
In the 500 CL, just banging some Trae
We got some soldiers in the sky, and even mo' in the Penn
So that's mo' work to do, for C.M.G. and A.B.N
Threw 4's on a old school, cause slab is true
Laced it up with butter guts, over midnight blue
My click is on feet, my whole team gon eat
And I'm strapped with black heat, it make the ride complete
In the new driver seat, always be balling
If the trunk raise up, the bumper kit start falling
A Screwed Up legend, shit who else could it be
Then the resurrected reborn, infamous Don Ke'
(Hook - 4X)
(Trae)
Screw done already warned me, they wanna harm me
I ain't worried about em, messing with Trae I got a army
Plus a line of blue and red cars, that don't know how to sit still
Neon lights get woke up everytime, that they drop another 5th wheel
Better call the coroner, cause it's fin to get reckless in Texas
Plexers ain't never been a problem, I stay strapped for the jealous
And for Screw, you know we represent for the hood and the swanging zone
We draped up and dripped out, grey tapes we was banging on
Now them assholes done came, and we ain't playing homie
Anything less than real, we rearrange what niggaz hanging homie
Matters what you banging homie, cause you know the South ain't on no hating shit
We represent the click, with ice that cost enough to buy a brick
The North back to the Southwest, my section gon ride for Trae
Don't think that it's a game, run up and watch how you slide away
The gangstas love it, cause I stay providing 'em with hits
So if you love the game, that took the bumper kit like you the shit
[Hook: Shyna]
Struggling, to live my life
Working hard, trying to get it right
Though it seems, it will never change
Help me God, make it through this rain
Struggling, to live my life
Working hard, trying to get it right
Though it seems, it will never change
Help me God, I can't take this pain
[Trae]
I ain't got no friends, but I got foes
I needed a gallon, only got hoes
See me and my niggas, shed tears for too long
Lost everything, and prayed to get gone
On the cool, it wasn't all about balling
Have you ever been left out, in the rain
Everyday all day, left stuck in the game
Not able to make a choice, and gotta feel the pain
Fell that can you relate, to the life I live
Nothing but thugs on blocks, one life to give
And I don't wanna reminisce, thinking of my life
Will get me pissed, and I'm knowing this
I got a big brother, living in the Penitentiary
Never will I see him again, in this century
And that's fucked up, cause I ain't get to see him that much
I be ready to quit, but then I love too much
On top of that, lost my nigga Screw-U
They all I got, and that's all I had
And I got a damn thang, that motivate Trae
Then they wanna know why, I be mad all day
Or I be sad all day, and sitting in my zone
And I ain't got no love, you better leave me alone
I'm known to get cold, deep inside my soul
Thinking of hard time bitch, fuck hoes and hoes
And piece and chain, and anything else that shine
A lot of that shit, don't really mean a damn thang
I don't do no drugs, I face everything head on
If you ain't ever felt how I feel, get the hell on
The other hand, I deserve to be heard
And everything I live, I can relate with skills
And these niggas wanna knock, cause I ain't on the radio
And everything I spit on the mic, be real
[Hook]
[Dougie D]
Take a look, at the thoughts inside my mind
The pain I feel, it burns so deep inside
It's a struggle everyday, to live my life
Mean a young a black male, at home or die
Just swallow my pride, and I'll take it
Keep on pumping, soon and I'll make it
Face to face, through all of this case shit
Slowly y'all, I've been losing my patience
Everyday that I live, is like I'm dying
But the main light, right look clock he trying
Looking through the hour glass, it's standard time
Love to stay strong, but the weak they gon survive
Don't need to beg, I just ask him
All the pain hurts less, it just pass me
Mo' and mo', I try to be happy
Haters, don't want to let that happen
Through the rain and the pain, I gotta deal with it
Keep my head tight, just to stay real with it
Hustle and grind, just to break bread in it
Pray to God, I don't get found dead in it
My time is my time, your time is your turn
All the bullshit I done faced, up in my life I done faced it
On, and no need for your words
Everyday that I move, I struggle and strive
Long as a nigga, strive the struggle and die
On my grind, for a time to feed my child
On a mission for feddy, to watch and multiply
This time around, a change gon come
All the while, you was thinking that it wouldn't
My sunny days, done turned to rain
But nevertheless, I'm still gon keep on pumping
[Hook]
[Trae]
Over the years, I'm running out of family
But it ain't nothing, but the man in me
I know I gotta be strong, and I can't let it handle me
I gotta ride, for my family
Hey Brenda, I'ma get that plack for you baby
And if not, I'ma die trying
And I put that on my life, I really wanna see Claire
But I don't, cause I can't stop crying
Lord, can you tell me what I did wrong
Why, everybody telling me to be strong
I don't wanna have to keep, doing these songs
Everybody need to leave me, the fuck alone
I'm sick, and I just can't take it
Running from the pain, I feel I can't shake it
I don't even wanna know, if I'ma make it
Nothing but hard times and hard rhymes, I gotta break it
Call me crazy, call me gone
Really, they don't wanna get off in my zone
Cause if I take the time, I put it in my life
A lot of niggas out here, be crying to go home
I'm still at the bottom, might make it to the top
And I know I can't stop, for my brother on lock
And my gal and my child, and everybody else I love
To death, before I'm signing out
I can't take it to heaven, but I continue right here
Everything I will, if your tape don't sell
Everybody and they mama, wanna see a nigga fail
Only time gon tell, of Trae gon prevail
And deep down, my life messing my head up
I'm fed up, and so ready to let up
I'm knocked down, and I don't wanna be getting up
Heavenly Father, help me 'fore I'm giving up
[Hook]
[Shyna]
I can't take this pain, I can't take this pain
I can't take this pain, I can't take this pain
No more pain, no more pain
No more pain, no more pain
No more pain, no more pain
They say these suckers prayin’ the weaker gangs are the stronger
Nigga, you know what I’m sayin’?
I also heard, God look out for babies a goddamn fool
Well I’m a goddamn fool
And get what?
God there lookin’ out for me
Leggo
Hustle Gang bitch
GDOD get dough with that follow fly nigga
You understand that?
I got my nigga Trae Tha Truth in this bitch with the Blackprint, you know
what I’m statin’?
Get what?
We give a fuck ‘bout what you suker niggas got to say
We give a fuck ‘bout what you whole niggas do
You know why?
You niggas pulled straight form that Accrima
You can’t push no nigga over a nigga like me
Sucka ass nigga, bitch ass nigga, broke ass nigga
We could just sit back nigga
Just sit back and observe motherfucker
Real niggas grind the motherfuckin’ scrits nigga
I don’t give a fuck what nobody got to say
Fuck this new shit
All you new niggas got the game fucked up homie
Fuck the bullshit nigga
I respect my niggas, you can’t even get the time of day from ‘em
nigga
Fuck your tone back
Trae hall at ‘em
Nigga ask me if you can shout
We goin’ goddamn slow so sit down
Fuck you mini niggas
That shit spat that shit up
ABN grand hustle nigga
I'm not a kid anymore...
Back in the day, motherfuckers said we would never
Be shit, but right now I bet they wanna see me doing bad
But I'm a G, and ain't quit until I'm reaching the top
And right now, we at the top and ain't no turning back
Back in the days, it was hard to stack some ends
Nothing but young guerillas, kicking it sipping juice and gin
Trying to find a better way, to make dollas and cents
Packing my gat with a 50 pack and when the laws came, I would hit the fence
Catch me if you can but I'm more than a man, Z-Ro be a hustler
Trying to stack hundreds and fifty's, in a cluster
A buster I can never be that, Slow Loud And Bangin' in my deck
Nigga that's my go and get it music, because it helps me to get my check
Remember when motherfuckers, said Z-Ro you won't succeed
But I'm a millionaire, and I owe it all to the hatred I received
Can't forget about drank and weed, cause that's the key in my back
So fuck the world it's only Trae and Dougie D, me and my strap
Rest in peace to Robert Davis, Patrick Hawkins and Big Steve
I'm crazy chasing paper, till these haters come get me
Nigga we ain't the mafia, we be the Maab
And making motherfuckers hate us is our job, we ain't kids no mo'
I know the life I live be the reason for rhyme, even though it don't shine
Hard times running me out my mind, I pray to God that I will get my time
Did they hate me, cause I knew faithfully they'd remain to be shady
But I remain to do my thang, riding two deep with me and my lady
Jealousy and envy, made them cats wanna do me something bad
Like I was they enemy, and they wasn't feeling me but I'm still gon mash
To the top I won't stop, cause some of the people I know be a bitch
It won't be long for me to get rich, cause I'm a guerilla about to get pissed
Ever since 1999, I've been doing my thang repping this game
Trying to get change on top of change, stressing my brain trying to maintain
But I won't give up because I'm a soldier, whether or not they told you, these
Cats better get they act together, cause blocking the way'll get you ran over
Ain't no way I'mma let them stop me, cause we made the game and they copy
Perfected everyday struggling, now everybody wanna be like me
Aw naw, we ain't shining 24/7 I'mma keep on grinding
Featuring Meek Mill
[Hook: Meek Mill]
They tryna tell me that I can’t when I know I can
You knock me down, I get up, we gonna go again
Every time them haters see my face like here we go again
Cause to the day they take me out, I be going in
Yeah I’ma ride to the motherfucking finish
Because the sky is the motherfucking limit
And I’m on it, I’m on it
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, they try to assassinate, limitate, intimidate
Lock me down at jay way, and gave me a December day
One thing bout my mama, she made sure I had that dinner plate
Scar me when they killed my dad,
I was wild like Simba
Remember they, left me there for dead, I ain’t care
I went harder than they did, and went farther than they did
Tell me I can’t just like they did, I’m a grown man about my bizz
I go hard to get what I want, chasing my dreams like Forest Gump
Dream chaser, but I ain’t going to sleep
24 a day, 7 days a week
48 weeks a year, I ain’t sleeping yeah
Cause I ain’t tryina take no shorts, like the leaping year
Cops try lock me, niggas try leave me there
Road to the riches, homie you should meet me there
Crab in the bow, haters tryina keep me there
But watch me break away, yeah I’ma make a way
[Hook: Meek Mill]
They tryna tell me that I can’t when I know I can
You knock me down, I get up, we gonna go again
Every time them haters see my face like here we go again
Cause to the day they take me out, I be going in
Yeah I’ma ride to the motherfucking finish
Because the sky is the motherfucking limit
And I’m on it, I’m on it
[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
I remember they said I wouldn’t, shit
Told them bitches take it back
Fuck niggas got famous, I waited my time to place the bet
They knew I was coming for it,
Fuck your fine make a bet
Everything was dealer, hopping out of something draped in black
Swear the go is something goes sicker, they getting shook
Standing so well over haters, like shut the fuck up and look
They can’t stop a nigga campaign, tell them I’ve been elected
Then it’s robbing on you bitches, I’m playing till I’m
ejected
Pussy niggas keep talking, tell them to take a breath
I’ma be here, many using every second left
A bunch of niggas playing fowl, that’s without a ref
You knock me down I’ma keep fighting with you till the death
I made it out the dark now I’m somewhere in the light
The way I’m focus turned a couple niggas syphe
Tell them look at me now, they told me I couldn’t make it
Now I’m king of the streets, I dare your ass to try and take it
[Hook: Meek Mill]
They tryna tell me that I can’t when I know I can
You knock me down, I get up, we gonna go again
Every time them haters see my face like here we go again
Cause to the day they take me out, I be going in
Yeah I’ma ride to the motherfucking finish
Because the sky is the motherfucking limit
And I’m on it, I’m on it
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Yeah, man I was 16 with big dreams
Coming from a small hood
Homie thirsty, standing on the corner, like it’s all good
Go hard just to feed the team
Make sure that we all good
Niggas maine we stand up they the niggas I’m gonna fall for
All aboard, taking off, once in these taking loss
Telling me I can’t when I can, why you hating, dub?
Faith you try to grab hoe, back tinted shake it all
Anything to reach the top, loosing friends and breaking routes
I was born to loose but I was built to win
Before Charlie Macking tip, I was going in
Before the radio, I was gonna have it all
I was in the cell, waiting on the day they’d let me go
Yeah I was playing around, why you wanna play me now
Somebody wanna say somethin’ , you should say it now
To all my haters though, swear I won’t let them down
You know somebody that go hard
Then you should get ‘em now
[Hook: Meek Mill]
They tryna tell me that I can’t when I know I can
You knock me down, I get up, we gonna go again
Every time them haters see my face like here we go again
Cause to the day they take me out, I be going in
Yeah I’ma ride to the motherfucking finish
Because the sky is the motherfucking limit
Featuring T-Pain
[Hook: T-Pain]
Hey you know I’m mad, so what I do
So why would you test that, why would you test that
Now I done told everybody we da best
Now show me where the rest at, show me where the rest at
I’m tryina make the whole city bounce, bounce bounce motherfucker
I’m the king where I’m from and that’s that, that’s
that
Hey now I run this city and I’ma keep grindin
I’ma keep runnin bottom, never runnin out of money ah ah ah
[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
King of the city tell them haters I run it
30 years in this bitch I’m crowned it they minny who done it
I’m saluting the south of hood nigga say I’m one hundred
My facility is the streets only rapper that funded
A couple haters nothing major they don’t give attention
They probably mad I stay on fire like the devil’s kitchen
And while they playin not just cop the chain of three dimension
Like a beat all these pussy niggas in the fuck position
In this city I’m authilic my sexin’ is valid
We the best and niggas know it, I really like Kalley
Ain’t no debatin’, if I speak motherfuckers respect it
You say be in and you gonna motherfucking chicken
[Hook: T-Pain]
Hey you know I’m mad, so what I do
So why would you test that, why would you test that
Now I done told everybody we da best
Now show me where the rest at, show me where the rest at
I’m tryina make the whole city bounce, bounce bounce motherfucker
I’m the king where I’m from and that’s that, that’s
that
Hey now I run this city and I’ma keep grindin
I’ma keep runnin bottom, never runnin out of money ah ah ah
[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
I’m the heart of this bitch so why the fuck would you test it?
Tell em I got this bitch on lock like something got arrested
If you Whitney Houston they’ll tell you what track a field
Paparazzi flashin and I’ll tear the whippin’ up to the shield
Black on black on this black foes, black designers and black clothes
Hop in about this black Rolls, suicide on this back doors
I’m in this gutter way bellow, it ain’t too many lower
And a foreign bitch without her clothes tryna get some exposure
I’m the general in my city, frontline I’m a soldier
You play with me and I could make you where nobody know you
Tell em that money talking and I don’t plannin’ on settin’
I’m tryina make this motherfucker bounce until I fuck it
[Hook: T-Pain]
Hey you know I’m mad, so what I do
So why would you test that, why would you test that
Now I done told everybody we da best
Now show me where the rest at, show me where the rest at
I’m tryina make the whole city bounce, bounce bounce motherfucker
I’m the king where I’m from and that’s that, that’s
that
Hey now I run this city and I’ma keep grindin
I’ma keep runnin bottom, never runnin out of money ah ah ah
[Verse 3: Trae Tha Truth]
They know I’m pissed off why the fuck would they play?
Their opinion don’t mean a thing when it come to fuck and betray
I show them this middle finger, them fuck niggas is gay
Niggas yellin their time is coming I tell em it ain’t today
Okay I am G and bitch I’ma stress that
I’m the business, show me where the rest at
I got that nigga so where they mixt it
When they come to competition it’s understood I’ma rip that
Speaking of fit I pick something the size of Texas
Catch one of these fuck niggas get brick and on some other shit
My style is so G, it ain’t opened for questions
it’s serious like these diamonds and niggas flexin’ on some other
shit
[Hook: T-Pain]
Hey you know I’m mad, so what I do
So why would you test that, why would you test that
Now I done told everybody we da best
Now show me where the rest at, show me where the rest at
I’m tryina make the whole city bounce, bounce bounce motherfucker
I’m the king where I’m from and that’s that, that’s
that
Hey now I run this city and I’ma keep grindin
Chyeah, know'm talm bout?
You ain't shit if you ain't screwed up, for real
Houston, Texas, home of DJ Screw
We say know'm saying and what it do?
And if a nigga don't like it, tell them bitches I rep Texas
Topless, in the slab I come thru
Elbow and Vogues and expensive clothes
Candy paint car our cars, big booties on our hoes
Got diamonds in our mouth, still represent the south
Put the truck up bitch, I'm swanging four's
I sip codeine out the styrofoam, 27- 10 is the kinda grind on
I ain't ever love a bitch, so I'm riding alone
Prolly when them niggas ain't on the kind of shine I'm on
Big dully trucks with the big rims
And the Cadillac with the fifth wheel
We from the hood and we keep steel
If you try to jack them you're gonna get killed
I don't wear my britches tight, I wear them loose
Active Athlete for all my footwear, homie I got too many shoes
I'm the man in my city, tell them niggas I won't lose
Cross that path, and my nigga Hawk, we still gon' chunk the deuce
Find me in the hood, in the city that I claim
Moving slow, like the music that I bang, Screwed!, screwed up!
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch I'm from Texas
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch I'm from Texas
Glass underneath, beatin', beatin', my block
Pop, pop my trunk, chain fulla rocks
Bitch I'm from Texas yeah, bitch I'm from Texas
Bitch I'm from Texas yeah, bitch I'm from Texas
You can find me iin H. o.u.s.t.o.iiin, ridin'iin in
Candy trim, on pokey rims
Wit a tien, an her friiend
Trae the truth, ridin' right behind
Two cups full and I'm on my grind
Talkin' dine, respect my mind
I'll show you boys how Texas get dine
Rolex time, top lift back
On my nuts, cuz I got that sack
Papered up to the roof, it stacked
Hoes wanna hate but it don't mean jack
Wheres there's money that's where I'm at
That Texas grind, that's all I know
Bangin' screw and drankin' Big Moe
Basically get that dough, bro
Nawf side, where the boss ride
Every day I got play outside. Huh?
Leavin' them haters mouth wide
Cant' be denied when they see me slide
Through the hood like I live there
Shit I got a few cribs there
All my G's still chill there
We barbecuing' them ribs there huh? What?
Smoke blunts and sip punch like its lunch
Every day we do it
Listenin' to nothin but Texas music
Perfect match for that good fluid
Find me in the hood, in the city I claim
Everybody dine in H- town know me mayne
It ain't a choice, I can't change
I'ma rep the nawf like I gang bang, Thugga
Find me in the hood, in the city that I claim
Moving slow, like the music that I bang, Screwed!, screwed up!
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch I'm from Texas
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch I'm from Texas
Glass underneath, beatin', beatin', my block
Pop, pop my trunk, chain fulla rocks
Bitch I'm from Texas yeah, bitch I'm from Texas
Bitch I'm from Texas yeah, bitch I'm from Texas
Uhh, I gotta bad azz bitch, parked outside
Yella diamond my wrist, if it's dark outside
Pull a lil' bitch then I catch ghost
Justa lil' kid from the ghetto
Never had shit but I got a lil' bit
When I got a couple hits unda this belt
Throw a H up, nigga, I ain't tryna belch or nothin'
Ain't got a whole lotta money but I'm wealthy money
I sip a whole lottta drank but I'm healthy mami
Daddy was cool, but he couldn't really tell me nothin'... uhh!
Everybody think a nigga lucked up
Young kirko, he done blew up
From the H- town, Nigga what's up?
I'm Port Author, Texas, let's get that straight off the top
That's where the hustlin' and grindin' and the hatin' don't stop
From the west side to east, we out here duckin' them cops
And coming dine, candy paint, on them mother fuckin' chops
It's the land of the trill, that's where the whole thang came from
And it just a word, or where a rapper get his name from
It's a way of life, and we live to the fullest
For years, we represent, with it blood sweat and bullets
Ho, I'm from Texas!
Find me in the hood, in the city that I claim
Moving slow, like the music that I bang, Screwed!, screwed up!
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch I'm from Texas
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch I'm from Texas
Glass underneath, beatin', beatin', my block
Pop, pop my trunk, chain fulla rocks
Bitch I'm from Texas yeah, bitch I'm from Texas
[Hook: MDMA]
I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
Oooh yeah
I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
[Lupe Fiasco]
Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings
Devil on me, Spitalfields and AllSaints
Playing field ain't leveling the lane
Throwing stones at your bones
Kick pebbles at your pain
Swear they go hard
But they sold Jello in the paint
Trying to Carmelo but he can't
Lord have mercy
But we be having that jersey
Flowing so hungry
Rapping that thirsty
Think fast, fast women
Like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Fast life like born on Wednesday and died on Thursday
Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast
Break fast, slow my roll like break pads
Cause if you run the light
They just might stop you niggas
Rodney King on the dome, just things that I'm On
[Trae Tha Truth]
I'm on this one way headed where the slums play
If I don't make it, then somebody tell my son screen
Struggling first class, headed for the runway
Real nigga shit I gotta make it one day
Hard times so I tell em to fall back
All white but the Phantom is all black
For everything I lost tell em I want it all back
Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back
They ain't authentic, Tell them I don't even relate
Minus the love feel like I was something to hate
Tell them hate now
The World looking out, they on the front row
Everybody looking now
I used to have dark nights now it's bright lights
Daytime bus pass, now it's night flights
Had a poor man swag now it's priced right
Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it's sliced right
Yeah you can tell em I'm home
The streets in need of a king, you can tell em I'm home
Used to be at the bottom, tell 'em it wasn't for long
Now I'm always in the hood like I was never gon'
I'm home, tell 'em I'm something they couldn't cut off
Try to hit the switch if you want I ain't gon' cut off
A 100 thousand volts a true thing gon' shut off
Anything in the way is gon' get permanently shut off
[Big Boi]
Never letting go, although sometimes I slip
Like banana peels for heels, My spill is so legit
Know the scent every time I pick up the microphone and spit
Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctors visit
But this ain't physics or rocket science
This a little tune to keep you motivated and inspired
I am not a motivational speaker but people get easily motivated
When they hear BIG reeking
Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight
My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky
Bunch of fly, bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon
Rocking alligator shoes I'm on
[Wale]
You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high
Rather live alone forever than live a lie
I'm in the zone, foam pro's keepin me comfy
Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage
I'm in love with some women, more in love with my mother
I'm in love with my God, less in love with this money
And my level is off, got a bigger cigar
Out in Vegas with broads, bout as thick as Toccara
My ambition is ammunition if this is war
They can't run, they can't run, this is a war
Got forever endurance, forever under purists
I put my breath in this muthaf-cka
They better hear it
Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics
My only dream to get rich and never marry
Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear
And I ain't trippin, my only competition's the mirror
[Wiz Khalifa]
Remember they used to be like who is this
Now I'm up in this bitch
Smoking weed out in London
They bringing me fish and chips
Thought of this as a young'un
Who know this be the life that I really live
Now I'm flying on trips, promoters and owners giving me gifts
Don't gotta shop, I ain't payin' for shit
This Audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed
Older people looking at me how I bought all of this
I say I got it from grindin', perfect timing
Started at the bottom, ain't afraid to climb it
Took something rough and turn it to a diamond
It ain't come easy, had to find it
And now you can't say I got game cause I define it
Nigga I'm on like the light and if I ever fall off
I'll be back on the same night
Me and my dogs we on the same flight
Carefree I don't need the stress
(feat. Boss, Jay'Ton, Z-Ro)
[Hook x4]
From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
[Z-Ro]
Hold up a minute I'm the king of the ghetto
holdin the rap game like wood grain can't let go
you niggaz'll never see me I'm on another level
stay ready to dig a grave keep a gun and a shovel
and pourin acid to eat up the evidence
I be in the rear view now you wonder where I went
I'm a get you if I owe ya-visit ya residence
lay the murk game down and then I'm a hit the fence
better keep my mouth closed so they can't see the shinin
they think it was Z-Ro cause all they seen was diamonds
I'm cold as a deep freeze with bags of ice in it
my three-fifty-seven pretty but ain't nothin nice in it
too many bitches and not enough rubbers
got so many of my real niggaz under the gutter
watch a nigga full of life-life close like shutters
godamn stayin healthy is hard as a motherfucker
[Trae]
Fresh off the block G's know my name
Suicide hood and 4-do's swangin the frame
cocked up and sideways when I'm tippin the lane
showin Asshole By Nature so they know what I claim
ain't no doubt these diamonds in my mouth the best shown
well known reppin Texas finna show that I'm well blown
H Town to Vegas niggaz know that I hail chrome
the feds see I'm ballin so they tappin my cell phone
and I ain't mad plus I got the hood at my back
that'll go to war with anybody playin with my stacks
hit the stash while the slab sideways in the Lac
lookin like a "Superstar" Mike D and Fat Pat
maybe hit 'em with the ghetto they'll know that I'm real
and know that I'm still like UGK keepin it trill
look at the grill I promise I'll be givin you chills
like I was Screw in '98 while he was touchin the wheels
Hold 'em up I'll show you how we rep-in-the-south
tall tees, jeans creesed, J's step in the south
and any hater runnin up finna get left in the south
we keep a trunk full-of-bang that get ya deaf in the south
and I be fuckin with J Prince and Z-Ro will stay down
my kin folk Rollin we gon come for the take down
and show 'em how it go ain't no more touchin the Grey Hound
we shine for the south get with it or lay down
[Hook x4]
From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
[Jay'Ton]
I'm from the H where niggaz on the block all day
where we grip the wood and flip 4's all day
with the king of the ghetto you know we loc all day
from the tre', to the North, on back to West-8
it ain't a doubt I'm young but I'm a ball for mine
22's on the Lac sittin tall for mine
VS1's in my grill when I'm crawl the line
and if a jacker runnin up he gon be fallin down
we gon'do it for the Pat and we gon'do it for the Screw
Doug gotta red, but I'm still ridin blue
bring it to the south and I'm a show you what it do
trunk up, top down when I come through-Slow, Loud, to the Bang
put it like pimp got diamonds on the brain
if it ain't a slab better get up out the lane
diamonds in my grill got the hood off the chain
[Boss]
Don't worry bout a thing...
I'm from the south where the riders and the rollers be at
CC's in my grill I pay a thousand just to see that
the penitentary is where they never hold me at
haters be talkin down but they never hold me back(fuck y'all)
from a small gram to a whole zone
if a nigga talk down I'm a break his nose bone
cop a new set of 83's and get my poke on
get a new sack, roll it fat and get my smoke on
fuck a law since a nigga don't know who it is
it's Boss with a mint in my mouth handlin my biz
every diamond in my mouth I handle like they my kids
drank follow my diamonds when I pop open the lid
I take 'em to Johnny to get a check up
fall up in the hood and kick it just to pick my check up
ABN and Hoover gang bitch so respect us
ears and my neck infested with diamonds in Texas
[Hook x4]
From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
[Z-Ro]
Blucker, blucker, blucker that's how my gun go
if I'm lookin aggitated bitch you better run hoe
I used to do the bagguetes but not VS 1's though
princess cutts up and down Johnny done those
I got loud ice just like Paul Wall
shinin down south brighter then all y'all
when it's time to get ya jewelry done who do y'all call
cause you fellas ain't shinin at all
check me out on the 1st and the 15th I'm somethin like a pimp
even with a suspended license I'm still finna flip
ain't no limit to this cash ain't nothin I can't get
5 duece Hoover cuz, ain't nothin like a crip
ride with a revolver I don't fuck with clips
these roach ass niggaz tryna make me bust my chips
but I'm not a bank I don't even trust my bitch
I'm from the south, and I got diamonds in my mouth
[Chorus x3]
[Intro: Trae]
Let me talk to em
U need to pay attention to the truth
U know it's here
For every death, brings new life
And with new life,
Our chances are limited
They say it's limited by the experiences
That we may come across on a day to day basis
It's limited by the circumstances, of us bein less fortunate in life
They it's limited by the spirit and hope that we have
That everybody try to take from u
But then it's unlimited when u find peace with god
[Verse 1: Trae]
Come take a walk thru the hood with me
Where fake is at a lower lever cause pressure is hard
30 yearz in a cell wil leave a killer acquainted with god
Goin to war with pain will leave u internally scared
Watchin the world crash is kinda odd
We in the last dayz is what they tellin me
8 year old children bein convicted of a felony
Never hadda life stereo type from what they bred to be
Momma dead daddy prolly somethin they will never see
The economy underfire by president bush
That's why the hood spend most of their dayz
Blowin president kush the way he got us given daily
Give us a reason to push unless he on the verge of suicide
And we give em a push
Katrina came and left our neighbors with some deadly weather
And off the rip I beg the lord to try to make it better
I feel they pain so now I ride with them like it's w/e
Yea I represent for new orleans and texas together
I gotta kipe the other day from my homie on lock
They beg me not to swtch up like rest look here
Homie I'm not
So every chance I get to roll I'm comin the blok
I'm in the pennitentary walls til they tell me to stop
I witness murder by the minute on anothe skill
Sirens and a couple shots mean another body still
Even if we see it rules got us unable to tell
My heart goes out to all those victims who done been thru hell
Children molested by these cowards who ain't in at all
As long as I'm lvin I ain't gon let these cowards win at all
And for my people I'm a stand up till a soldier fall
I'm so serious ain't no need for me to grin at all
And on another know my girl homie momma is a smoker
I promise I wanna help but she duk off when I approach her
I'm so sensitive to the pain that I'm numb
Put the world against me on my babies I ain't finna run
And speakin of babies I'm seein babies havin babies
Hoe ass niggas skeetin in these kids like they grown ladies
They tell life gon get better if obama win
I agree as long as he don't switch up in the end
My brother been in the pen a little over ten
I gotta send him pictures just to help em live again
I let em know there's no limit how far this end extend
If I gotta die to see em free then I'll be chekin in
That's on my spirit homie
[Verse 2: Lynzie Kent]
The vultures are coming
Their hunting for your blood
Their circlin the streets
But don't give em what they want [x2]
And I know u got a secret
And it's causin u pain
So lay low baby
It won't hurt u again [x4]
I look thru these eyes
And these eyes only
I live thru this life
Sometimes it's loney
I look thru these eyes
And these eyes only
I live this life
A couple grand, price tag on your head - leave you layin where you stand
A couple grand, price tag on your head - on your head, on your head
A couple grand, price tag on your head - price tag on your head
A couple grand, price tag on your head - leave you layin where you stand
Watch him die slow, then his eyes roll (uhh)
In the back of his head, now his body cold (uhh)
A couple grand, a couple shots
Couple drip drops, now your leakin won't stop
Bitch I'm the man just ask Block
Shots rang out, you could hear 'em for a couple blocks (*gun firing*)
Bitch what's my name, call me Yung Joc
I got a great aim all I need is one shot
Everybody talkin in my nieghborhood (maaan)
I got great lawyers cause my paper good (yeah)
Leave your body riddled, wheezin and coughin
Here your body lye, box five in monica coffin
You fuck with mine, I'll cross ya life line
I'm a graffiti artist, paint chalk outlines
And the worst part (what it is) - is I'm not a coward
Visit your wait and give your momma dead flowers
Yeah Joc I got this one for ya homie
Let me get at this bitch, Assholes By Nature
I been sittin a second, but now I'm back for the drama
So tell that pussy nigga, he headed for trauma
You'd rather slap ya momma, 'fore you come fuckin with Trae
Homie I'm 'Tha Truth'and I get in that ass with no delay
Penitentaries, to cities, and ghettos I got it locked
I'm ABN go check the trunk (*schreeching tires*)I bet I'm fully stocked
I'm so deep in the streets - I started and ain't never gon'stop
And fuck a (*reversed*)bitch, ya'll make sure ya'll rotate in the box
It ain't no greetin through the lines, I spitt it clear as day
Niggas gay, plus it's understood you get it - how you play
I call the shots around my way, I'm that nigga in charge
And fuck the talk, you better see me with an entourage
This is not a movie (cut) - no re runs
All sells final, no refunds
Once I make the payment, the hits out
I'm not Jeezy - I ain't swappin shit out (that's right)
First I tell 'em (what you tell 'em?) - where I want it done (where you want it?)
In the back yard, right in front of his son (*screaming*)
Then I tell 'em (what you tell 'em) - where to drop him off
In the Chattahoochie with his dick chopped off (damn)
Yeah it sounds harsh, but it's well deserved
Feed his ass to the sharks, for Our'dueuvres
This could happen to you in New Joc City
Before the day I want this bitch knocked the fuck off the globe
While I'm posted inside my crib, in a Hoover blue robe
It's Lil'Boss, I send my villans to seek an elobe
Dumpin a few, makin these niggas hop fences like toads
Better practice what they be preechin when fuckin with me
I introduce yo'ass to hell when fuckin with me
I got some niggas that'll go do the job for free
You lose yo'life when tryna mob in the streets like me
Any action you niggas takin need to discipline
You bangin with a Hoover gang criminal, bitch you listenin (ya heard me)
Price tag on your head, rice bag for the lead
Bitch niggas gon'get it the right way, cause it's a code red
I gotta couple grand for any nigga that want it
You shouldn't have started, now you done got me up on it
See I got niggas from the West, all the way to fifth ward
I'm Hoover crippin, I got Blood's and B.D's in my squad
It's Jay'Ton nigga and now I'm set trippin
It's A.B.N you better chill before you come up missin
They call me Tarzan bitch cause I run with guerillas
I'm certified my older brother Dinkie was a killer
I'm Slow Loud to the Bang, and I bang to the left
You violate me and I swear I'm gon'bang to the death (BOW)
And it's a damn shame, but I'm playin it dirty
I'm barely twenty, fuck nigga you damn near out ya thirties
I gotta couple killers, down in pre - trial
Put glass in your food, you shit - your guts leak out
The sheriff call your mother and she freak out (*crying*)
Got her hittin member up, got him on speed dial
Ooh it ain't nothin, but a call away
Come home find, your baby sister in the hallway
9 - 1 - 1, but it's too late
She lookin like a maxi pad, bleedin through the duct tape
[Trae]
Somebody help him that boy ain't tripping, he really misunderstood
Addicted to doing bad, but he trying to get out the hood
Life as an adolescent, got him stressing back in the day
Now he paranoid, ducking and dodging to get away
You would think a hard life, is what he prayed to have
Everytime he reached out for love, there was nobody he could grab
That's why he was cold inside, he took his pain as strive
With a 4-5, minus one to stay alive
A ghetto baby is what he was, his uncle was doing drugs
And left him to be a thug, on the corner with nigga slugs
His brother was locked up, and mama was stressed out
He was a good kid, until reality turned him out
20 years old, on the way to becoming a man
Live in another world, people would never understand
Loving to be alone, feeling like he would meet the end
The good life, was never part of the plan
[Hook]
Let me tell you a story, bout a dude I know
With so much pain in his heart, it wouldn't show
And he never knew when his life, was gon go
Everytime he'd step out, he grabbed the fo'-fo'
Let me tell you a story, bout a dude I know
With so much pain in his heart, it wouldn't show
Everybody he knew, was living so shife
But he kept on moving, trying to live life
[Trae]
Now he running the block
With a pocket full of rocks, missing FED time
And watching hating niggaz, so he don't wind up with dead time
Cause everything he got, that nigga rightfully earned
Get in his way behind his paper, he was subject to leave you burned
Plus he running with a click of guerillas, that's living shife
And hated life, the only way out was to pay the price
He was ready for whatever, decisions he made his own
And since they pissed him off, he would prolly be moving alone
Doing his own thang, to hell with the consequences
Real ran through his blood, and them niggaz payed attention
He wanted to get it together, but it was prolly too late
He took the wrong turn, and that's what decided his fate
It wasn't his fault, but that's how the game done got him
Swallowed him up and left him, to be on the rock bottom
Without no say-so, a victim of circumstance
Put in a situation, begging for a hand
[Hook]
[Trae]
Nowhere to turn nowhere to go, so he contemplate suicide
Mentally out of line, needing help but he got pride
He got a child on the way, but his baby mama don't want him
Cause he broke without a job, and probation be leaning on him
Three strikes, and he heated to live in the penitentiary
Believe me it get lonely, to niggaz without a family
He might get lost to the system, or might get shanked in a bed
The thought of calling it quits, gotta be running through his head
He don't know what to do, he praying he in a dream
Waking up in a cold sweat, to be shaking it like a fiend
But he can't get away, so he be running out his mind
People looking for him, so he know he running out of time
One of three things can happen, he can run or wind up dead
Or go out on his own, with a 44 to the head
No one ever really knew, cause ain't nobody seen him since
He disappeared in the night, with no evidence
[Hook x2]
["The number you have reached" is repeated through out this song]
[Verse 1: Trae]
Another phone call from my road dogg, locked up in the pen
and I can't wait till he get free so we can kick it again
shoot him a couple shots so he can cap
get kicked up out of visitation while he bringin our rap
what's the word, ain't too much it's still shife in the hood
but I'm a rep it anyway and hold it down like I should
I finally made it to the Source awards my nigga and repped for the H
I put it down and shut 'em up for those who slept on the H
I never thought that shit would be the way it is nowadays
see you locked and I'm free, and prayin I don't see ya grave
a little bird told me one of them boys tryed to set me up
only way I'm givin in is if a nigga wet me up
but anyway what's the word on your parol
I know the waiting and the stress got you gettin on swoll
convasary gotta credit so I know you still ballin
if you gotta get back at me I'll be waiting on ya callin'
[Hook: Dallas + Trae]
Some things have changed since you've been gone
the numbers still the same my nigga-I'll be waitin on ya ring my nigga
Some things have changed since you've been gone
the numbers still the same my nigga-I'll be waitin on ya ring my nigga
[Verse 2: Trae]
Alot of time done went by, while you was stuck in a cell
5 plus bitch ass judge ain't make no bail
how you holdin my nigga I hate you got that many
me and you was ride or die, you know I got your kid
my reputation still the same defintition of a hundred
get a stage, and get a mic it's guarantee'd I'm a run it
don't worry my nigga I stood around for the better-or for the worse
I'm kind of glad you on lock, instead of ridin in a hearse
I remember back [?]gettin on a nigga ass
too of the youngest but still we gotta pass
hop up under the wind, got [?] G-4 in the 'rest
that's why I rep it like I mean it when I'm holdin the West
I put a mark on ya name it's real nigga forever
and even if a nigga stressed you know I keep it together
and I can't wait to see a day when you get up over the walls
but for now I'm gon' be waiting on ya call
[Hook: Dallas + Trae]
Some things have changed since you've been gone
the numbers still the same my nigga-I'll be waitin on ya ring my nigga
Some things have changed since you've been gone
the numbers still the same my nigga-I'll be waitin on ya ring my nigga
[Trae: talking]
Hey what up homie you know I still got ya mayne
out here in these bullshit ass streets doin it how it go
been reppin for a second mayne
you ain't never gotta worry bout a motherfuckin thing
when you hit that number it's always the same dogg fa real
Donny hold ya head up my nigga, 3 letters you gon be home in a second
Z Ro you know you right around the corner too
Freaky Will I know it's alot of time they shot you my nigga
but hold up ya head you got somethin to come back for bro fa real
Pimp C you already know Bun holdin it down for you my nigga fa sho
to the fullest dogg ain't no doubt about that
Pharoah I don't know what to say about you my nigga you a damn fool
that's why I love you to death dogg, Pee Wee, Grey D
and you know I got ya it's just alot of my niggaz gone mayne
you'll come back around though, we'll meet up again, Nino hey what up homie
my motherfuckin brother Dinkie know you the king of it all
I got you forever, King Dinkie I'm my brothers keeper mayne
I know you cappin with that convasery right now
gettin up in niggaz asses you feel me every bit a thousand or two
on down it still go down dogg just like you was in the free world we live
Knah I'm sayin so hold ya head homie
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Twenty inch 4's, they don't make these on the drop
If they wanna jack I ain't finna tell a nigga stop
I bet a hundred stacks he can't take this out the glock
I'm a damn fool puttin broke niggas outta stock
Take a picture bitch send it to my niggas on lock
I'm a asshole, ghetto hoes love the way I rock
A sick mouth piece-I talk a bitch right up out the cot
I'm 'Tha Truth'if you say a nigga name
And I'll be there to cross ya ass if you say a nigga lame
I use to have a Hoop, but I rearranged the frame
So when they see me tippin slow-they get the fuck up out the lane
All Star in the game, money longer then a train
I finally got fly and I don't think I'm finna change
Thirty stacks out the safe so they see a nigga change
Fifty mo stacks now they know a nigga name
Nah the game ain't the same my attitude thru the roof
I'm bout to take my right hand and run it thru a nigga tooth
I hear boys gettin fly, swagger jackin in the booth
Tell them dickridin niggas that I'm the mothafuckin truth, Real Talk!
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Ay a nigga wanna find me-I'm the streets of the south
With a bunch of ignorant niggas that'll take it to ya house
In a click of black whips everytime a nigga floss
I tell a bitch to give me head, and tell a bitch to get lost
It ain't nothin to a boss-I'm a league of my own
Better greet me with the code when you hit me on the phone
Tell them hoes I'm on the roam on 26 inches of chrome
I'm at a half of mill and that's off of rappin alone
If you think I'm goin broke my nigga that's where you wrong
If the rappin stops I load up a couple bricks then I'm gone
I use to watch my brother turn powder right into stones
But I done switched the game and put the crack in a form of a song
Now I got the hood set, doors flyin like a jet
Ostrich in the whip got haters on deck
If they thinkin that was somethin tell e'm see me in a sec
Everytime I pull up on e'm I'm a leave they face wrecked(haha)
I'll shut a bitch down, have e'm shook when I'm around
Get e'm if they pride high try to run it to the ground
Ain't shit to get the click and make niggas get out of town
If you ever see this gangsta, then hit e'm up with a sign
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta nigga you can tell when I walk
Right off the rip I check a bitch, and you can tell when I talk
I lost count ain't no tellin how many guns I done bought
And when it come to beef I won everytime that I fought
And if I ever end up caught, I get right back to the streets
And if I need to check a bitch I get right back to the beats
And if I need to touch a bitch I'm finna put e'm to sleep
And have his body out of function for a number of weeks
Asshole nigga never will I fold
And I represent the hood everywhere a nigga roll
I don't know what you was told but my boxin game cold
You try it you gon'be the first nigga that's gettin stoled
Then I'm back to the whips, slab floatin like a ship
I just released the top now they sayin I'm a trip
They hate the Mac-11 when I got a full clip
4 deep, 1 deep, 1 blood, 1 crip when I tip
I'm the one and I gotta let they ass know
Thinkin somethin slow and I'm a have to let my last go
I'll get ya touched for alittle bit of cash flow
Let the world know I'm a mothafuckin asshole!
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
You know The Blackprint
And everything my nigga Trae do
Just watch it right here
It's dedicated to King Dee Kee
We the homie King Dee Kee
It's dedicated to Thugman
It's dedicated to all the fallen soldiers
Rest in peace to all them fallen soldiers
Rest in peace money clip deep
Rest in peace Dee Kee D
The Blackprint
Be on the lookout for The Blackprint tour coming soon
Trae Tha Truth, DJ Scream
And oh yea, this just a warm up
New Trae Tha Truth album coming soon
It's The Blackprint nigga, streets on fire
DJ Scream hurry Chim and Chi
Featuring Big KRIT, B.o.B, Bun B, Gudda Gudda, Jadakiss, J. Cole, Kendrick
Lamar, Mark Morrison & Tyga
[Chorus : Mark Morrison]
Return of the mack (x3)
You know that I'll be back
Return of the mack (x3)
You know that I'll be back
[Big K.R.I.T]
Today is the day I get out on my feet
Remove them chains, they shackled on me
Press my luck, stop f-cking with them hoe in the club
Cause the same motherf-ckers are the ones that got me stuck
Tryna use me up 'til my tank on E
Then leave me stranded, scrambling in these streets
For a dollar a day until my pockets is straight
Soon as you move out the hood them niggas holla ya fake
Make 'em swallow the base from the sugar
I'd rather be a dead man than a nigga
I'd rather roam chrome rims than swisha
I gotta make moves, I can't hang with ya
They used to be the fly shit back in '95
But now I want a crib and a car I can drive
And ain't nobody out there help me cause I'm grown
Gotta leave them childish games alone
Nigga I'm on
[Trae Tha Truth]
I'm in the hood still praying for a piece of fate
I know he on his way I'm hoping he don't make it late
I'm up the bat, I just hope I make it to the plate
I'm Babe Truth you can tell 'em I'm one of the greats
Used to shoot for the stars now my aim lie
I'm the truth nigga something that you ?
A thousand watts ain't a thing that I can't shine
It ain't a wrist or a chain that I can rock
Tell 'em I'm on something like city lights
I used to be out they sights, tinted like city nights
Now a nigga be city to city on plenty flights
You can tell 'em I put on for my city in plenty fights
Tell 'em I ain't gon lose they heated like I'm a ?
I'm bout to throw 'em in this drop with no ceilings
So I can fail 'em?
Pull up on the bike same colour as the Phantom
And jump out on haters just to tell 'em I couldn't stand 'em
[Jadakiss]
I'm on top of my game yo, the OG
Grand daddy kush, cocaine flow
I'm about that Cash not that Tango
Head shots, dump a whole clip in ya Kangol
Claim to be a real nigga we know you ain't though
I be in the hood, all the places you can't go
Visuals, you can see the pictures I paint yo
Residuals, I just put it all in the bank yo, it's pitiful
Hoes only after your bankroll
Stay off the phone, watch out for the plain clothes
Yeah I rep my set, I ain't in the gang though
I protect my neck I carry the thing yo
I'm on the same shit that the boss is on
Do it for those in the feds, up north or gone
I'm on a winning streak. I done got my losses on
It's ironic cause even when I'm off I'm on
Yeah I'm on
[Mark Morrison]
I'm on
I'm on
I'm on
[J. Cole]
I'm 'bout to cop the Porsche
Eternally grateful for the support
Made the cover of The Source
Flashback to the ports the city of no remorse
Where they shooting back and forth like they playing horse
May the force be with you, bullet hit you
You bleed and I bleed with you
Mama please when you greave damn I greave with you
This a preview I see you in the summer
My new shit dumber, I'm on
[Kendrick Lamar]
Life at the bottom is devastating
You're hardly ever debated
The party is obligated
By suckers that wanna be you
And never live with in matrix
And never ever related to struggle and dedication
Your hustle is nominated
Anonymous then you faded
The promises that a victory lap you surely awaited
They vomited everytime that a rapper's annihilated
Just wish them happy belated
F-ck you I made it, I'm on
[B.o.B]
Tokyo, Amsterdam, Denver to LA
Minutes turn to hours and hours to pay
The days turn to nights but the nights never change
It's funny how “time is money” used to be a turn of phrase
I'm no spokesperson, no tricks, no gimmicks, no coercing?
And they say Bob man it's good to have you back
But I say, I've been here, where the f-ck have y'all been at?
[Tyga]
Thinking how Pac lived at 22 thats '93
I was four now I'm 22 on tour
One two shots of my life, barely hold on
But I'm drawn to this feeling of adrenaline
With mic's on, lights on, And they gon' applaud
Young nigga, Versace, young nigga they never seen before
And they gon watch me, wanna copy shit that I got on
I'm too fly, I ain't got a flaw
Tell the law we above the law
God bless Amen, every lost soul
And the group so good went solo
Globe trotting, now I'm blowing up like an afro
Nigga thought you knew what I do
Rolling through ya area, double RR coupe
Penthouse level, now we only party on the roof
Bitch I'm a rebel so I move how I wanna move
Last King YMCMB
[Gudda Gudda]
Used to run around the hood picking honeys up
Now I'm doing shows around the world picking money up
Used to be slept on like a pillow
Went from trapping in a rental to rapping on instrumentals
Now its money in my mental
And women get sentimental huh
It's cause the flow is sweet as a pack of skittles nah
Yellow, gold, yellow diamonds in the middle nah
Stand up nigga, I was never known to sit down
[Bun B]
When the world spins around and around on its axis
? flip from town to town with the package
Stuffing bills and pounds and browns in a mattress
Sending clowns underground for practice
The fact is everybody wanna be the king with the crown
But never in the battle when the drama goes down
Easy to be the boss from behind the wall
But be gon' see who really goes down when it's time to brawl
Cause you gotta be careful of the image you portraying
You gotta show love to where you from all day
And when the going gets rough
Don't get to going from the ?
Put it down for your people
Know the land know what I'm saying
[Mark Morrison]
I'm on
[Intro: Chorus]
So want you ride with me, my ghetto queen
You're all that I need
Cause she my ghetto queen, I give her what she need
Money ain't a thing, she stay down like a G [x2]
[Chorus: Lloyd]
Girl I done been around the globe and you the realest lil'lady I know
Don't wanna ever let you go - cause oh
Everytime I call you be there for me
Baby girl I love you by my side
So anything you need, that means you got me
So just my ghetto queen gon' take that ride
[Verse 1: Trae]
Look here lil'momma I'm gangsta
Prolly nothin like you done delt with on the day to day
Some say that I'm a star, but in the hood I'm better known as Trae
I'm from around the way - where not too many make it out
And even if I did it's in my blood I'll never take it out
You say you got a man but I ain't tryna take his spot
I'm tryna be ya partna while I'm late night flippin on the block
So we can post up on this glass, tippin the Chevrolet
And get it, how we get it, then I'm gettin right back out ya way
I'm in my zone so all that drama you can leave at home
Ya man can lock you down, but me ain't nothin - rollin stone
And if you wanna chill tell his ass to leave you alone
Cause if he run up on me, I'm a run my fist upside his dome
Understand when I say I'm grown, and on that other shit
I'm tryna make a team but I ain't feelin all that lover shit
I'm tryna hit the lights and take it to you on that rubber shit
And keep it G, and leave it on that undercover shit
[Chorus: Lloyd]
[Verse 2: Rich Boy]
Ay lay back with me, feel free lil'momma
We can go the Bahamas in the summer
Lookin for the fat[? ], fuck the dumb hoes
And know that you'll ride with me baby fuck the po - po's
No pressure I ain't gotta test ya
I can leave you in my house with a hundred thousand on the dresser
Me and you - my beautiful bitch, so glamorous
So bad niggas pullin out they cameras
Together baby the world can't handle us
Hoes can't compete, no challengers
Summer time, we float on the boat
While I sip a lil'lean, and you puff a lil'smoke
I'm married to my money, but you could be my honey
The groupie bitches dump me - but I know that you love me
So on that note you can take this
Me and you be shinin harder then them diamonds on my wrist, M.O.B!
[Chorus: Lloyd]
[Verse 3: Rich Boy]
We can ride in my drop and spend some money on some Fendi
You never ask what type of gold diggers try to get me
Them hoes are silly, but I pass 'em in the Hemi
If a mothafucker touch you - I'm a hit 'em with that semi
You down like my nigga, so you know I got yo'back
Anybody put they hands on you, I'm a lay 'em flat
So spread ya wings baby come on let's fly
I'm down with my lady till the day that I die
[Verse 4: Trae]
Say lil'momma what you waitin on - actin like you don't know no better
You say you tired of that shit, then roll with me and it's whatever
When in the presence of a gangsta don't worry I got ya
And fuck the stress, give me a sec - I'm a get that up out ya
So get ya spot I'm on the grind right now
I'm prolly less then two seconds away from shine right now
You can post up and be the bitch I'm tryna find right now
And if you can't see that I'm tha truth baby you blind right now, Yeah
[Hook x2: samples "Be Careful" by Sparkle]
Tear down the walls in this house
Tear down the walls in this house
Tear down the walls in this house
Tear down the walls in this house
[Verse 1:]
I remember dreaming like a king but misery had did no fucked up
Pain turned into fame and had me looking like I looked up
Cherishing every moment time running so far away
Instead of looking for hope I take hate and call it a day
I feel it in the air, tension crowding up my atmosphere
I take it as it is it ain't no happy feelings passing here
It's hard to say who love me money got the picture frame it
You can't explain going through shit when people think you made it
Everybody got opinions they don't know what's going on
I tell em leave me in that zone and end with fuck alone
I'm feeling trapped inside my home the pressure got me nervous
Praying like a deeking at a church still ain't been to service
And I feel like this attention left my baby momma with a grudge
I give my kids the world so why the fuck I'm stuck in front this judge
I try patience but it's hard to use it round this motherfucker
Somebody help me 'fore I lose it round this motherfucker
[Hook: x2]
Tear down the walls in this house
Tear down the walls in this house
Tear down the walls in this house
Tear down the walls in this house
[Verse 2:]
I'm less than a minute away
Going upside this wall with either my head and my hand
I [?] myself to live for what I love I'm watching it sink in sand
I feel that down so much the anger got me like I'm trippin'
It's hard to be a stand-up nigga when ya life is slippin'
Sometimes I wish to bring my partna's back up out the round
Instead of me crying out through this pain and letting it out the sound
I'm on my own cause when I look for help it's not around
They say they only wait but end them off like they was out of town
My homeless faking any breath of air to snuck about it
I need to bin before I take these wall the fuck up out it
I'm burn this bitch up for I let it hurt me any longer
Shit got me rough as hell I doubt it make me any stronger
The only piece of mind I get is looking at my ceilings
Sometimes it ain't nothing other days it's a wonderful feeling
I close my eyes and end up headed where they say it's danger
I rather be there cause here is nothing but familiar strangers
[Hook: x2]
Tear down the walls in this house
Tear down the walls in this house
Tear down the walls in this house
Tear down the walls in this house
[talking]
Ay Trae, I thought these niggaz wanted to see us make it mayn
But I've been seeing otherwise mayn, but it's all hood though
[Trae]
I guess you niggaz forgot, it seems to me that all of my niggaz done lost they memories
We use to be so close, inside the same vecinity but shit done changed
It ain't too much clicking, we don't even see the same no mo'
We don't even hit the block to crawl, chopping up game no mo'
Where shit went wrong I really can't tell ya, but I can tell ya I sense it
On top of my game with a bird's eye view, ain't no way I'ma miss it
But when it's told throughout the hood, they say this nigga done changed
Cause I bought a car and bought a house, and got a few diamonds and thangs
But I'll be damned, if I don't get what the fuck I deserve
But I ask my family who I'm rolling, what about what's the word
About how we use to hit them shows, at about 60 deep
And if they don't get in, it's gon be a situation based out of heat
I guess jealousy envy and greed, come with the turf
You know realness is a given, nothing equals what it's worth
But time's flying, I don't feel I wanna get it back
Cause jealous motherfuckers, got me strapped for real
[Hook x2]
Damn it was all good, just a week ago
I see them niggaz in the streets, we don't speak though
But damn it was all good, just a week ago
Jealousy got me focused, this some'ing you niggaz need to know
[Yung Redd]
You can't ever, judge a book by it's cover
I'm only one in a million that came from the gutter, still I prayed for another
Way to get paid, once this street shit played out
A struggle for a hustle, is never a easy trade out
If money, is the root of all evil
My love for these niggaz in the streets, runs deeper
Next second you're broke, look how these niggaz treat ya
Six feet underground, still I'm my brother's keeper
I'm telling y'all, real talk haters get on your job
Most of these rappers fraud, see they only for sars man
They go for them niggaz, riding your co-tail
Might as well throw in the towel, you're not gon sell
It's hurting ya to your heart, see us niggaz prevail
All's well and ends well, with some weight in the scale
I'm here to cancel your plans, this one is for the fans
Yeah them fake ass niggaz, I ain't stealing my hand naw
(feat. Lil' B & Jayton & Lil' Boss & Bill Cook)
[Verse 1: Lil' B]
We back killin' roaches & rats
Like bugs these niggas skat
From a trap I come but they ain't ready for combat
We the pest control sprayin' every crack
Clap black wit black mags & black Mack's
They don't really wanna see the whole click do that. (Nigga who that?)
I thought you hatin' niggas knew the slow loud & bangin'
Be makin' a nigga move back really not a koo kat
I stay ready for war, Lil' B the G nigga that will rush your car
Before I break your jaw, like I break the law
Niggas on the streets know we untamed & raw
I'm down to get down for my cousin Trae, Lil' Boss Hawg & my Nigga Jay... ton
Leavin' a hater flat wit a brace on
We be the niggas that rollin' tall, nothin' but chrome
I'm a renegade never perpetrate
Niggas hate but like Boss I'm a scrape the plate
Congratulate a nigga we ?
We can go to war nigga just pick a date
I'll be the nigga that bust & don't give a fuck
Leave 'em stuck wit Mack hollows all up in your truck
Niggas duck when shots buck don't push your luck
'Cause we the niggas on & make 'em give it up.
[Chorus: Bill Cook]
These niggas better Stay Out My Way. (Stay Out My Way)
Claimin' you wanna go to war, pick out your day. (Pick out yo' day)
Scandalizin' my name, haters we gon' play. (We gon' play oh whoa)
Even fuckin' slow loud & bangin' roaches will get sprayed.
These niggas better Stay Out My Way. (Stay Out My Way)
Claimin' you wanna go to war, pick out your day. (Oh scandalizin' my name yeah)
Scandalizin' my name, haters we gon' play. (Can't you see we gon' play?)
Even fuckin' slow loud & bangin' roaches will get sprayed. (You will get Sprayed yeah)
[Verse 2: Lil' Boss]
Too many niggas be out fakin' the funk
Fuckin' around wit Boss you won't make it to the trunk
Hit a nigga upside his head wit him a couple of lumps
And jack slugs in the lac wit a couple of humps CAUSE!
I be the person to get you for your weight
I be the nigga risin' up at the wait
Lettin' another .44 slug up in your face
Have a nigga dodgin' the game, like he was Mase
Laws come wit me they gon' have to give a chase
'Cause I ain't the nigga that be catchin' a case
I be the nigga
Scrapin' the plate, shakin' the fake, bakin' the cake
Droppin' the front. makin a break
Wrappin' a pistol grip I'm finsta trip
And slot slugs shootin' a nigga wit out missin' a grip
I don't miss the blood I don't miss the crip
And the other shit, maabin' gangsta shit
And my khakis saggin' & my classic rag
Don't mean to boast or don't mean to brag
Since down wit S.L.A.B. I been actin' bad
Haters get a .44 bag wit toe tag
Just bought a cold coat for my throwback
Big bow laces & a new rag
Some these niggas be actin' like fags
Them not gangstas them niggas trash.
[Verse 3: Jay-Ton]
So I'm a Mack, I'm a G & I ain't playin' no games
Piss me off & I'll be takin' my aim
Jay-ton, fresh out the gates, untamed
Off the chain when I'm swangin' in the drop frame
I know these niggas better get outta my lane
Fuck wit me nigga you outta yo' brain
You don't wanna see me ? the G thing
Quick as hell wit it to give a nigga pain
Damn there must be haters in the place
You the raid I'm gonna spray a nigga face
Fuck the law I'm finna get another case
And your the one doin' the 8 month stay
And I hop off swole when I'm hoppin' off the weights
Run up on a nigga hittin' hard like fraits
Slugs make a nigga do the Harlem shake
Sticks & stones make a nigga bones break
Damn, thuggin' ain't easy baby
Pull up on the block in a black mercedes
Fuckin' nigga talkin' 'about tryin' to fade me
Niggas talk close shit on the daily
Run up on me I'm a whoop a nigga ass
Piss get deep a nigga ready to blast
Smash the gas & catch all in yo' ass
I'm 'about take a muthafuckin' ghetto pass.
Oh oh oh...
Stay Out My Way
Oh Pick out yo' day
We gon' play oh.
Stay Out My Way
Oh Pick out yo' day
We gon' play oh.
Yeah.
[Verse 4: Trae]
There's been alot of shit on my mind from back in the game
I'm a asshole & a never inaccurate aim
When I pull up & hoppin' outta wide body frame
Eveybody & they mama better hop up outta my range
I ain't never been a nigga from a small town
Get the white chalk
I'm a show 'em how to ?
If they stood up I'm a knock a nigga jaw out
That will teach a nigga 'about comin' around the wrong route
Hit the block in a drop top wit the lights off
Wit a shotgun
Then I knock a nigga lights out
Finna I bop & weave & hit him wit a right cross
Be next to see your nigga gettin' hauled off
I'm the nigga that be runnin' the block & ?
Yo niggas know what I got a 17 shot wit a glock & a mask on
Wit a clip that make a nigga get his ass owned
Shit. Why they wanna get me started?
Everybody know I'm already retarded
With a attitude to prove that I'm the hardest artist
I'm shuttin' everything down regardless
Slow Loud & Bangin' I'm a rep for ever
Comin' together for the cheddar & we 'about whatever
Talkin' down on us you better get it together
South click finna get a bitch nigga vendetta.
[Chorus: Bill Cook]
These niggas better Stay Out My Way. (Stay Out My Way)
Claimin' you wanna go to war, pick out your day. (Pick out yo' day)
Scandalizin' my name, haters we gon' play. (We gon' play oh whoa)
Even fuckin' slow loud & bangin' roaches will get sprayed.
These niggas better Stay Out My Way. (Stay Out My Way)
Claimin' you wanna go to war, pick out your day. (Oh scandalizin' my name yeah)
Scandalizin' my name, haters we gon' play. (Can't you see we gon' play?)
Even fuckin' slow loud & bangin' roaches will get sprayed. (You will get Sprayed yeah)
[Breakdown: Bill Cook]
We we we gon' play
If you wanna go to war pick out yo' day
Hey these niggas better stay out my way
Slow loud & bangin'
Slow slow loud & bangin' in yo' ear oh whoa
Quit scandalizin' my name.
Can't you see we gon' play?
Stay Out My Way.
Chyeah, know'm talm bout?
You ain't shit if you ain't screwed up, for real
Houston, Texas, home of DJ Screw
We say know'm saying and what it do?
And if a nigga don't like it, tell them bitches I rep Texas
Topless, in the slab I come thru
Elbow and Vogues and expensive clothes
Candy paint car our cars, big booties on our hoes
Got diamonds in our mouth, still represent the south
Put the truck up bitch, I'm swanging four's
I sip codeine out the styrofoam, 27- 10 is the kinda grind on
I ain't ever love a bitch, so I'm riding alone
Prolly when them niggas ain't on the kind of shine I'm on
Big dully trucks with the big rims
And the Cadillac with the fifth wheel
We from the hood and we keep steel
If you try to jack them you're gonna get killed
I don't wear my britches tight, I wear them loose
Active Athlete for all my footwear, homie I got too many shoes
I'm the man in my city, tell them niggas I won't lose
Cross that path, and my nigga Hawk, we still gon' chunk the deuce
Find me in the hood, in the city that I claim
Moving slow, like the music that I bang, Screwed!, screwed up!
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch I'm from Texas
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch I'm from Texas
Glass underneath, beatin', beatin', my block
Pop, pop my trunk, chain fulla rocks
Bitch I'm from Texas yeah, bitch I'm from Texas
Bitch I'm from Texas yeah, bitch I'm from Texas
You can find me iin H. o.u.s.t.o.iiin, ridin'iin in
Candy trim, on pokey rims
Wit a tien, an her friiend
Trae the truth, ridin' right behind
Two cups full and I'm on my grind
Talkin' dine, respect my mind
I'll show you boys how Texas get dine
Rolex time, top lift back
On my nuts, cuz I got that sack
Papered up to the roof, it stacked
Hoes wanna hate but it don't mean jack
Wheres there's money that's where I'm at
That Texas grind, that's all I know
Bangin' screw and drankin' Big Moe
Basically get that dough, bro
Nawf side, where the boss ride
Every day I got play outside. Huh?
Leavin' them haters mouth wide
Cant' be denied when they see me slide
Through the hood like I live there
Shit I got a few cribs there
All my G's still chill there
We barbecuing' them ribs there huh? What?
Smoke blunts and sip punch like its lunch
Every day we do it
Listenin' to nothin but Texas music
Perfect match for that good fluid
Find me in the hood, in the city I claim
Everybody dine in H- town know me mayne
It ain't a choice, I can't change
I'ma rep the nawf like I gang bang, Thugga
Find me in the hood, in the city that I claim
Moving slow, like the music that I bang, Screwed!, screwed up!
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch I'm from Texas
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch I'm from Texas
Glass underneath, beatin', beatin', my block
Pop, pop my trunk, chain fulla rocks
Bitch I'm from Texas yeah, bitch I'm from Texas
Bitch I'm from Texas yeah, bitch I'm from Texas
Uhh, I gotta bad azz bitch, parked outside
Yella diamond my wrist, if it's dark outside
Pull a lil' bitch then I catch ghost
Justa lil' kid from the ghetto
Never had shit but I got a lil' bit
When I got a couple hits unda this belt
Throw a H up, nigga, I ain't tryna belch or nothin'
Ain't got a whole lotta money but I'm wealthy money
I sip a whole lottta drank but I'm healthy mami
Daddy was cool, but he couldn't really tell me nothin'... uhh!
Everybody think a nigga lucked up
Young kirko, he done blew up
From the H- town, Nigga what's up?
I'm Port Author, Texas, let's get that straight off the top
That's where the hustlin' and grindin' and the hatin' don't stop
From the west side to east, we out here duckin' them cops
And coming dine, candy paint, on them mother fuckin' chops
It's the land of the trill, that's where the whole thang came from
And it just a word, or where a rapper get his name from
It's a way of life, and we live to the fullest
For years, we represent, with it blood sweat and bullets
Ho, I'm from Texas!
Find me in the hood, in the city that I claim
Moving slow, like the music that I bang, Screwed!, screwed up!
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch I'm from Texas
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah, bitch I'm from Texas
Glass underneath, beatin', beatin', my block
Pop, pop my trunk, chain fulla rocks
Bitch I'm from Texas yeah, bitch I'm from Texas
[50 Cent]
The only excuse for being broke is being in jail
Heh-heh, yo, yo, yo
The only excuse for being broke is being in jail
Some work a nine to five to make money
Some cock that, aim, that take money
"How To Rob" was an warning not a joke
Cause niggas in the hood is really tired of being broke
These cats quick to splurge on luxurious things
And when we come through they tuck chains and turn their rings
Diamonds, you bought that?
They gon' take that
[G&B;]
I'm chillin' on the corner
With a dollar in my pocket
The deed go bye-bye cause my man's watchin'
Shit is hard in the ghetto
But we still get by
(We still get by)
Every day I see the same ol' problems
But it seems like we're never gonna solve them
But I know if we keep on marching
One day we will find
[G&B;]
I'm tired of being broke
Being locked down ain't no joke
Will anyone make a change?
Why must we live this way?
I'm tired of being broke
Being locked down ain't no joke
Why must we live this way?
[G&B;]
I'm livin' in a world where they ain't no windows
And when you're rich it seem so simple
Kind of hard for you to understand struggle
But this is my life, ha
And I know one day we're gonna change it
Let the game blow it up and rearrange it
Till then we do whatever we can
In the end it's a brand new life that we living in
Repeat 1 (2x)
[50 Cent]
Uh-huh come on
Don't nobody smile when I come through
But they say I'm a funny cat
I lose shooting dice
Pull out take my money back
Fifty ain't the type to be runnin' his mouth
Uh-huh, Fifty run with dem kids that'll run in your house
If these rappers were killers I would've been dead
But they all aim at my legs instead of my head
I'm giving out ass whoopins while you're givin' out hugs
I figured out niggas respect fear more than love
Repeat 1
[G&B;](50 Cent)
I said you don't know
Like I know, oh
I said you don't know
Like the Product no, oh
(Refugee Camp)
I said you don't know
Like my fellas no
(G&B;)
I said you don't know what it feels like to be broke
[50 Cent]
East Coast, West Coast
Up North, the Dirty South
This goes out to all my thugs
Worldwide I see the struggle
Try and stay alive, ya heard?
[Intro]
It’s another 48, huh?
A’ight, think it’s time
I gots
[Hook x2]
Rollin’ dine the slab and I still look good
Rollin’ up the kush so clap your hands for my hood
Rollin’ dine the slab and I still look good
Rollin’ up the kush so clap your hands for my hood
[Verse 1]
I’m rollin’ in the slab and I still look good
Throwin’ up the worst and makin’ bad for my hood
Tell ‘em I ain’t trippin’
If I had to jump lit his ass
Played hard flicks and leave a player throwin’ real toe
I’m just glad I’m coasted, everything slow motion
10 thousand dollar paint got me where is the ocean
Sailing through the city in the swag of emotion
Everything get dropped when they see it approaching
I’mma do it like pat HA, Dub k
Then there represent twin towers then Dre
Can’t forget about Scrooge, yea nigga we the shit
And they tell you see me, tell them they screwed up big
[Hook x2]
Rollin’ dine the slab and I still look good
Rollin’ up the kush so clap your hands for my hood
Rollin’ dine the slab and I still look good
Rollin’ up the kush so clap your hands for my hood
[Verse 2]
Uh I’m rollin, nigga I’m pullin’
Paper tags and the damn thing’s stolen
Bunch of niggas waiting on The Truth to fall off
I’m a full time jock til I’m called off
I keep bangin’ the pick with the trunk up
And got that bang in the back if you fuck up
I see you niggas steady watching me
Don’t watch me, bitch you can’t stop me
I don’t get mad, I just get bread
I don’t fall in love, I just get head
I represent it for the city, mud list
That’s for the north and the south, I’m south west
[Hook x2]
Rollin’ dine the slab and I still look good
Rollin’ up the kush so clap your hands for my hood
Rollin’ dine the slab and I still look good
Rollin’ up the kush so clap your hands for my hood
[Verse 3]
Top let down, man hold up
Monday breaking night got my pocket swole up
Glass look amazing every time I roll up
Trae hotter than the summer but the Rollie froze up
Hoes all on me so I guess I’m chose up
You can tell I’m going in the way I let the doors up
Face goes down when her ass goes up
If she opened up, I ain’t beat it til she closed up
Slow live bangin’ while I’m slidin’ my snail
Trunk hit north like Pacquiao jam
H Town Texas nigga you know how it goes
Get money, bitch I’m ballin’ with the pros
[Hook x2]
Rollin’ dine the slab and I still look good
Rollin’ up the kush so clap your hands for my hood
Rollin’ dine the slab and I still look good
Featuring T.I. & Juicy J
[Hook]
Bitch nigga
What you talking ‘bout hoe?
Who you talking to, nigga?
What you talking ‘bout hoe?
Who you talking to, nigga?
Bitch nigga, punk hoe, punk hoe
Bitch nigga, bitch nigga, punk hoe, punk hoe
Bitch nigga
What you talking ‘bout hoe?
Who you talking to, nigga?
What you talking ‘bout hoe?
Who you talking to, nigga?
Bitch nigga, punk hoe, punk hoe
Bitch nigga, bitch nigga, punk hoe, punk hoe
You don’t like me nigga hit me in my face then
Got a problem when you see me nigga, say it then
Bitch nigga, punk hoe, punk hoe
Bitch nigga, bitch nigga, punk hoe, punk hoe
[Verse 1]
You’re an old nigga in a old school
I got new money and an old tube
OG’s look when I roll through
Fuck niggas ain’t beef, they tofu
I’m so cool, got a crew of hoes
And no booze and sushi roll,
Right after that, we hit it back
To the condo where, eat coochie hoe
I’m stupid hoe, run through the hoe
You dream about it, I do it hoe
Ass fat, they beautiful
Throwing my stack 20’s they good to go
Niggas don’t fear me, they shoot it though
And they can’t hear me, they would though
If they was up on my plateau
But I’m whacko, beat that hoe
All they claiming my set
I ain’t claiming no seat
All I be needing my rep
Hoe what you know about that
These niggas steady be capping
Meanwhile I flips
Chasing after that check
Ho if you ain’t talkin’ ‘bout that
[Hook]
Bitch nigga
What you talking ‘bout hoe?
Who you talking to, nigga?
What you talking ‘bout hoe?
Who you talking to, nigga?
Bitch nigga, punk hoe, punk hoe
Bitch nigga, bitch nigga, punk hoe, punk hoe
Bitch nigga
What you talking ‘bout hoe?
Who you talking to, nigga?
What you talking ‘bout hoe?
Who you talking to, nigga?
Bitch nigga, punk hoe, punk hoe
Bitch nigga, bitch nigga, punk hoe, punk hoe
You don’t like me nigga hit me in my face then
Got a problem when you see me nigga, say it then
Bitch nigga, punk hoe, punk hoe
Bitch nigga, bitch nigga, punk hoe, punk hoe
[Verse 2]
Got a rocket in the club and ain’t afraid to pop it
Nigga run your lip I put that barrel to your sockets
Haters out here hating cause that flexing never stopping
Keep that blue dream in my bong and that hash for the toppings
That niggas all stay on me, so homie don’t play with me
I keep them bills, I keep that lean, I keep a AK with me
A real street nigga, catch me in the streets nigga
Got something to hit your chest hard
And I ain’t talking liquor
Don’t diss no nigga fuck rapping
Nigga talk that shit I’m blasting
That .44 to your face bitch, it’s gonna be a closed casket
Your whole life is a storyline
You ain’t gangsters, you niggas lie
Make nice ‘cause you like the violent type
Turn this club into the columbine
[Hook]
Bitch nigga
What you talking ‘bout hoe?
Who you talking to, nigga?
What you talking ‘bout hoe?
Who you talking to, nigga?
Bitch nigga, punk hoe, punk hoe
Bitch nigga, bitch nigga, punk hoe, punk hoe
Bitch nigga
What you talking ‘bout hoe?
Who you talking to, nigga?
What you talking ‘bout hoe?
Who you talking to, nigga?
Bitch nigga, punk hoe, punk hoe
Bitch nigga, bitch nigga, punk hoe, punk hoe
You don’t like me nigga hit me in my face then
Got a problem when you see me nigga, say it then
Bitch nigga, punk hoe, punk hoe
Bitch nigga, bitch nigga, punk hoe, punk hoe
[Verse 3: Trae Tha Truth]
Get the fuck out in this building
Ass hole, fuck what you feeling
Feel the 48 my wrist cause I’m killing
Petty nigga run they mouth and I’m stealing
Then I hurry a couple of niggas feel it
When I jump out the sofa but no ceiling
With a bitch in the back on that fuck shit
I beat it up you can tell it wouldn’t heal it
You don’t like me, what the fuck is you talking
You can tell I’m a problem bitch it’s whatever
You and your people, anybody you care
I don’t give a fuck you won’t get it together
I lean on a motherfucker like I was sipping
All on a nigga ass like a nigga who tripping
When you walk up out the head you will be leaking or dripping
You the T’s get movin’ now youre somewhere flippin’
You wanna take it down then you get this cake
Get the whole pocket knock the fuck out my way
Any nigga don’t like it you can tell him it’s Trae
So my dick bitch gon say that’s spray
Nigga you’s a bitch and everything about you
Point your ass out but the fuck they spite you
Got a couple niggas that would knock the life up out you
If you lookin’ for a fight then and worse bitch I gotcha
[Hook]
Bitch nigga
What you talking ‘bout hoe?
Who you talking to, nigga?
What you talking ‘bout hoe?
Who you talking to, nigga?
Bitch nigga, punk hoe, punk hoe
Bitch nigga, bitch nigga, punk hoe, punk hoe
Bitch nigga
What you talking ‘bout hoe?
Who you talking to, nigga?
What you talking ‘bout hoe?
Who you talking to, nigga?
Bitch nigga, punk hoe, punk hoe
Bitch nigga, bitch nigga, punk hoe, punk hoe
You don’t like me nigga hit me in my face then
Got a problem when you see me nigga, say it then
Bitch nigga, punk hoe, punk hoe
Bitch nigga, bitch nigga, punk hoe, punk hoe
Featuring Young Jeezy & Yo Gotti
[Hook: Trae Tha Truth]
I guess a bunch of niggas forgetting that I’m the man
Gon be problems if you get me to tripping, ya understand?
Nigga being way too fly, it’s time to land
I’m an asshole - never got hold, I’d never rat
(G) I got this chopper, (G) I got this chopper
(G) I got this chopper, (G) I got this chopper
(G) I got this chopper, (G) I got this chopper
(G) I got this chopper, (G) I got this chopper
[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
I’m king in this bitch, nigga fuck – we don’t like it
Home niggas been on that fuck shit
I see it now like I’m psychic
Look bitch, I’ve been on that street shit
I trip for real, I don’t play hoes
But man, my clippers extended
These gorillas go when I say so
Back in my zone and I’m throw’d off
You must ain’t heard, bitch I’m throw’d off
I jump out and talk with this chopper
Talk back and get your head blown off
I’m in a Delphi rental covered in black
Bad bitch never get when I’m in the back
Asshole number one and that’s a fact
Livin’ off for Camarro, bitch I’m back
Strapped up, black mask
In the hood, lights off
Waitin’ on one of you ho niggas to get fly
Wrong nigga budge about to get the right loss
Gonna hit ‘til I’ve called it quits
Want that business I get your fix
But don’t forget you been on my dick
Something like lupus, look bitch I’m sick
[Hook: Trae Tha Truth]
I guess a bunch of niggas forgetting that I’m the man
Gon be problems if you get me to tripping, ya understand?
Nigga being way too fly, it’s time to land
I’m an asshole - never got hold, I’d never rat
(G) I got this chopper, (G) I got this chopper
(G) I got this chopper, (G) I got this chopper
(G) I got this chopper, (G) I got this chopper
(G) I got this chopper, (G) I got this chopper
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I’m so Machiavelli, I go straight 2 Pac up in this bitch
Quit playin’ with these rap ass niggas, you got the shit
You only wait like the rest of these niggas, got reservations
You at the table and they waitin’ to sit down – that’s why
they hatin’
You don’t want your chain triple gold or life invaded
I ain’t lyin’ man it look like it came with black Impala
It’s only lyin’ if it’s really like that, then niggas halla
2 fears, jizzle young rich and real so fuck who ought to
Got that big man, that boy ‘bout that number 3 out this bit
Got the all wood handle look like a tree out this bit
Wutchu know about money? So sick, it need a doctor
Just so killing everything that he on, he like a chopper
[Hook: Trae Tha Truth]
I guess a bunch of niggas forgetting that I’m the man
Gon be problems if you get me to tripping, ya understand?
Nigga being way too fly, it’s time to land
I’m an asshole - never got hold, I’d never rat
(G) I got this chopper, (G) I got this chopper
(G) I got this chopper, (G) I got this chopper
(G) I got this chopper, (G) I got this chopper
(G) I got this chopper, (G) I got this chopper
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
Gorilla team, straight like that – we got bananas
High yellow beam on his ass – I go bananas
Aye our field team my nigga, yea our commando
You know every nigga ‘round me is shootin’ so what you
playin’ for?
Nigga put his hands on Gotti? That’s a no good
You a plug comin’ for me
Them bricks, I be to notice you
Club out that parking lot, it’s like a gun range
Ain’t never playin’ no colors, I make the gun bang
Ye ain’t never shot no pistols, you let your boys do it
All you do is ra-ra talk and I see straight through it
Yea I’m ‘bout them choppers, holiday as if they ‘bout life
Chopper they don’t throw, let it ride cuz they act right
[Hook: Trae Tha Truth]
I guess a bunch of niggas forgetting that I’m the man
Gon be problems if you get me to tripping, ya understand?
Nigga being way too fly, it’s time to land
I’m an asshole - never got hold, I’d never rat
(G) I got this chopper, (G) I got this chopper
(G) I got this chopper, (G) I got this chopper
(G) I got this chopper, (G) I got this chopper
Featuring Waka Flocka
[Hook: Waka Flocka]
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel
[Hook: Trae Tha Truth]
If it’s drama I got it I got it I got it
I he want it I got it I got it I got it
Tell that nigga I got it I got it I got it
If he trippin’ I got it I got it I got it
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka]
I ball, shot fire, Klaiko been down
Hundred rounds, stand down
This the G south, we don’t play around
Come around I don’t say shit
Mormon signs of that case speak
This Rolls Royce got a pink slip
It’s 15 on that G shit
It’s 16 on that G shit
17 on that murk shit
My young nigga on big shit
Them 4-5’rs my sidekick
Klaiko’s my capital
Big rims, gold teeth
That country boy attitude
Don’t make us to dodge moves after you
Caught ‘em caught ‘em caught ‘em slippin’ at the red
light
Run that chain, run that ice before you lose your life
Car jackings, home invasions and some more cells
Loyalty of the royalty in this part I trust
[Hook: Waka Flocka]
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel
[Hook: Trae Tha Truth]
If it’s drama I got it I got it I got it
I he want it I got it I got it I got it
Tell that nigga I got it I got it I got it
If he trippin’ I got it I got it I got it
[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
I pull up holding this choppa, bitch
If you at your place, you better get back in it
Cuz the way I’m feelin’ I might drop your bitch
If you wanna be pussy I’m gonna jump up it
In the black Phantom tinted and I fuck ‘em
If a nigga run up on me better hang on duck ‘em
Better have a bunch of niggas with a hell of a jaw
I’mma beat ‘em the fuck up then bitch I’m bustin’
Gotta FM loaded up inside these jacket
The round 10 clips, only way I pack it
If I let them hoes fly you better be actin’
Get throw’d motherfucker I ain’t shootin’ for practice
They got drug money by the book or the mattress
If their heads wanted beef I’mma sell out my package
I’m the king of the streets, in the hood I’m a saint
I’mma send another nigga, fuck a nigga with them
I’m just lookin’ for the right, I’m that nigga
You ‘bout that life, how the fuck you figured?
Yea bitch who strapped up? My shit bigger
This message directed let no Twitter
I’ve never seen shots like a bitch who domin’
All black on a motherfucker and I roll it
Shout out to them navy seals with the shit I’m on
It all too work out, yea bitch I’m tonin’
[Hook: Waka Flocka]
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel
Headshot a fuck nigga off the reel
[Hook: Trae Tha Truth]
If it’s drama I got it I got it I got it
I he want it I got it I got it I got it
Tell that nigga I got it I got it I got it
Featuring Lil Boosie
[Hook x2: Lil Boosie]
I used to be sittin’ in a county jail
Who can I call on when it’s goin’ all wrong?
Ain’t no one to call for help
Please God (help me help me help me)
I need help
[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
30 days, 60 days in this motherfuckin’ cage
No one to call on when it’s going all wrong
Petty charges, we charges, car charge
Man I need a lawyer
Dead in debt I money loan
Plus I need a father
Cuz it hurt me to the laws where he can’t help me neither
So I follow the line, tearin’ it down
Thuggin’ like it’s legal
See quick my people and we at the same situation
A couple grand I’m bringin’ home but ain’t nobody on
So we like fuck it
Yea our pen and our piece of paper
Juice it out like fuck it, it gon get greater later
Beat on the table, make the beat and put the rhyme on top
Wishin’ the judge would show some love so we can grind the block
I hit my dog, I need some change up in commerce here
I’mma keep it real I need some shoes and some Zuzu
Writtin’ letters to my girl, oh shit I need a friend
Hopin’ she keep that pussy tight til nigga back again
[Hook x2: Lil Boosie]
I used to be sittin’ in a county jail
Who can I call on when it’s goin’ all wrong?
Ain’t no one to call for help
Please God (help me help me help me)
I need help
[Verse 2: Trae The Truth]
I’m in the state county, all time still awaiting my sentence
Day after day it’s out to sell like it’s perfect our tickets
My pride the business but my freedom got me thinking
That the lie about drinking water on top of Eddie’s nigga shit
Inside the world I’m still a man but in here I’m a number
Called in collect but ain’t nobody accepting this number
Scream at my cellie, tell him catch me at the freeway
Hit the niggas from the block so we can get the latest street play
We called in town and they knowin’ this food trash
I’m driven goin’ on a spread, I kick niggas across they ass
One of my childhood niggas just got the chain for 30
Had a chance for an appeal but he fucked it for playing dirty
I seen it all, even seen pussy niggas who talked
So I’m mindin’ my own hopin’ county release my ho
Go in the wreck plan, direct swippin’ to come home swole
Fuck off the week until Wednesday, waitin’ on damage control
[Hook x2: Lil Boosie]
I used to be sittin’ in a county jail
Who can I call on when it’s goin’ all wrong?
Ain’t no one to call for help
Please God (help me help me help me)
[verse 1]
sassy and she classy, fly and she flashy
gutta, dats my gutta bitch, badd and she nasty
dont be beefin wit me, she say you beefin wit her
you say you brawlin with me, bitch she be beatin you up
plus she aint scared of nothin,
ridin and she bustin, fightin and we fussin but we endin up fuckin
she gutta and i love her, break bread got her covered,
thats a bet like a brother, same set same color,
plus she badd as she wanna be, and thats real talk,
and i can tell you what she gonna be, down for her nigga
money over bitches, she got me breakin all the rules,
ballin out for her ass, my niggas tell me imma fool,
dont trip, not at all cuz money aint a thang,
she breaking bread too, and her friends say the same,
plus she hate suckin dick but she do it for me,
expecting nothing in return, boy she real as can be
[chorus]x2
dats why i love her
she my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitch(x2)
[she badd] dats my gutta bitch[badd](x3)
i-i-i love her
she my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitch(x2)
[she badd]dats my gutta bitch(x3)[badd]
[verse 2]
outfit pricey, dont she look icey,
gutta as it gets yea i like my chicks fiesty,
always tryna fight me, i dont fight back,
cuz she hangs up all mad then she calls me right back.
look she wanna be my wifey, poppin rubberbands,
a beat downs likely if u push up on her man,
i dont think you understand she'll do it on tha double,
tha baddest little chick i cant kep her out of trouble,
and when she hit me up, i put it down on her,
my calculator girl i can always count her,
soon as i catch a case she gets a.d.d.
cause when laws come around look she aint seen me,
all her purses gucci, coach, or they prada,
all her shades louis, dolce, and gabanna.
it get crazy when she jealous she callin by tha hour,
but damn thats why i love her dont know what ill do without her.
[chorus]x2
dats why i love her
she my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitchx2
[she badd] dats my gutta bitch[badd]x3
i-i-i love her
she my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitchx2
[she badd]dats my gutta bitchx3[badd]
[verse 3]
we can eat at finer places, but she satisfied with fast food,
attitude is dat coo, but bitchy when in bad moods,
thick standing 5"2, titties wit an ass too,
tat on her tittie, got my name for a tattoo,
riding through the city, i'd rather be with no one else,
bumpin up my music, like she wrote the shit herself,
she dont tolerate that bullshit, and i dont do the same,
she'll give it to a hater, who talkin bad about my name,
i love her and i'll tell you that, i love ya, aint shit,
gon ask her how she feel i bet she'll say the same shit,
groupies holla and she know that, and thats every damn event,
i keep it real wit her ass, and thats 100 percent,
niggas holla and i know dat, dats what i expect,
i trust her like she trust me, so she always come correct,
i can tell you all about her, but i doubt you'll understand,
if you got you one too then nigga raise ya damn hands
[chorus]x2
[chorus]x2
i-i-i love her
she my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitchx2
[badd] dats my gutta bitchx3
i-i-i love her
she my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitchx2
[Trae:]
A$$hole By Nature
[Hook x2: Fat Pat]
Ballin' Smashin' Making My End (Making My End)
Big Ballin' Smashin' Making My End (making my end)
Big Ballin' Smashin' Making My End (making my end)
Ball-Ball Smash-Smashin' Making My End (Yeah)
[talks over hook: Trae]
Bout To Do Something Different This-go-round
Bout To Bring My Lil' N**** Up To Vet
Tell Em What It Is
[Lil Jared:]
This J-Dawg, Tell Me What'cha Goin Do
I Been Wrecking The Mic, Ever Since I Was Two
Can't Tell, How To Top Vell
Burge So Slow Hiding In The Bell-Bell
Yeah I Ride Blue, I Know What It Do
Me And Nico On The Way To Come Threw
Pop My Trunk And I Swang To The Left
Throw The Dub Up, A.B.N. Till The Death
Man Hol' Up
[Hook x2: Fat Pat]
Ballin' Smashin' Making My End
Big Ballin' Smashin' Making My End
Big Ballin' Smashin' Making My End
Ball-Ball Smash-Smashin' Making My End
Big-Big Ballin' Smashin' Making My End
Big Ballin' Smashin' Making My End
Big Ballin' Smashin' Making My End
Ball-Ballin' Smash Making-Making My End
[Lil Jared:]
Sittin' Sidewayz, Lac On Four's
Hopping Out Clean And Some Brand New Clothes
A.B.N. Brand, You Can Tell When I Pose
I Wanna Alligator, So I Put It On My Toes
Me And Trae Doin' Our Thang
Every Time I Rap Girls Call Out My Name
Money In The Bank Cause I Got A New Chain
Dove In The Shark Cause I Got A New Frame
I'm Ballin'
[Trae:]
I'm Right Behind'cha Homie It's Time To Show What We Paid
A Lot Of Chrome With Osterices To The Dows Made Em Swang
A Grillin' Gangsta On The Front, Let Em Know That I'm Made
Most Platices So My Eyes Stay In Permanent Shade
He's Off The Largest Sac And Go-Low I'm The One
His Chaining Pieces Like His Mate, I'm The Son
Yeah, See In These Streets We Got It Locked So We Do It For Fun
A.B.N. 4 Life So The Code Is The Only Way We Run
[Hook x2: Fat Pat]
Ballin' Smashin' Making My End
Big Ballin' Smashin' Making My End
Big Ballin' Smashin' Making My End
Ball-Ball Smash-Smashin' Making My End
Big-Big Ballin' Smashin' Making My End
Big Ballin' Smashin' Making My End
Big Ballin' Smashin' Making My End
[talking]
Ah-ha, we doing it one more time ya heard me
Man the streets in me, the streets done made me
I grew up thugging, believe that
Me and Trae, we gon riot this year
Y'all gon respect that to the fullest, man look
We doing it like this here, check the peoples out man look
[Hook: Shyna]
It's kinda hard to maintain, living like a true soldier
Living life on the edge, has got me so caught up
It's kinda hard to maintain, living like a true soldier
Everyday is a test, and I just won't give up
[Trae]
I remember back in the day, I was confused as a child
And never thought that I would grew up, to be this wild
I'm living life on the edge, to maintain is my job
They wanna see me crack under pressure, but giving in this too hard
They better get they army to swarm me, thinking they taking me out
I been a soldier out the gates, so fuck what you talking about
Guerilla Maab till I'm leaving, Trae, Dougie D and Z-Ro
Call it what you wanna, you plex and you'll be six feet below
Cause I been insane living, ever since my brother was gone
Finally facing up with the truth, that he ain't coming back home
I know it's wrong moving on, and though it seems the game'll never change
I don't knock, I gotta be strapped with a shank and a glock
Cause niggas be crucial on my block
And ain't no way they taking my stripes, I ain't going out without a fight
Unless they catch a nigga, sleeping in the night
And even still there ain't no killing me, even if I die
I bet the world fin to remember me, a real nigga from the streets
[Hook]
[T.C.]
I'm out chea cousin, rioting and thugging
You could catch me in the hood, grinding and hustling
The streets mad me, all the radios play me
Ain't no turning back, ain't no nigga could fade me
I'm still on a cash route, and I'm in a tight situation
Dog, the ball blast out
Still pulling masks out, at any time
Play with me whodi, you buy it and never find
Bitches make them cop calls
While my money keep the cops off, got Trae posted
With a Mack, 'case anything pops off
I'm a made man young hustler, ain't no wankster in me
When I riot duck, that's that gangster in me
Head buster, got them people talking
I'm playing with a six shot, I'ma fuck off this some whodi
Cause the streets too hot, too hot
[Hook]
[Trae]
Even nothing but the devil running me hot, and I'm going crazy
All the shit that I be facing, is what got me turning shady
They tell me to keep my head up, and it's easy for them to say
Cause they ain't going through what I'm through, each and every day
When you living like I'm living, and the block get bled
Running from the cops, praying them niggas never leave for dead
Cause I done seen it from every way, where the thugs and killas play
A nigga from around the way, that'll be strapped down with a K
And ain't trying to murder nobody, I just wanna live my life
And I can't focus on my life, when these motherfuckers be shife
And I be searching for another way, please watch over Trae
Heavenly Father guide me out, so I can live another day
I gotta hold on, everything I got on the line
Surviving is what I'ma do, so I'ma ride behind mine
Like it was all that I had, or it be all that I got
Even if I lose everything, it just ain't in me to stop
[Shyna]
I'm trying so hard, to maintain
Knowing my life, will never be the same [x2]
[Hook]
[Chorus: Trae]
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
[Verse 1: Trae]
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Twenty inch 4's, they don't make these on the drop
If they wanna jack I ain't finna tell a nigga stop
I bet a hundred stacks he can't take this out the glock
I'm a damn fool puttin broke niggas outta stock
Take a picture bitch send it to my niggas on lock
I'm a asshole, ghetto hoes love the way I rock
A sick mouth piece-I talk a bitch right up out the cot
I'm 'Tha Truth'if you say a nigga name
And I'll be there to cross ya ass if you say a nigga lame
I use to have a Hoop, but I rearranged the frame
So when they see me tippin slow-they get the fuck up out the lane
All Star in the game, money longer then a train
I finally got fly and I don't think I'm finna change
Thirty stacks out the safe so they see a nigga change
Fifty mo stacks now they know a nigga name
Nah the game ain't the same my attitude thru the roof
I'm bout to take my right hand and run it thru a nigga tooth
I hear boys gettin fly, swagger jackin in the booth
Tell them dickridin niggas that I'm the mothafuckin truth, Real Talk!
[Chorus: Trae]
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
[Verse 2: Trae]
Ay a nigga wanna find me-I'm the streets of the south
With a bunch of ignorant niggas that'll take it to ya house
In a click of black whips everytime a nigga floss
I tell a bitch to give me head, and tell a bitch to get lost
It ain't nothin to a boss-I'm a league of my own
Better greet me with the code when you hit me on the phone
Tell them hoes I'm on the roam on 26 inches of chrome
I'm at a half of mill and that's off of rappin alone
If you think I'm goin broke my nigga that's where you wrong
If the rappin stops I load up a couple bricks then I'm gone
I use to watch my brother turn powder right into stones
But I done switched the game and put the crack in a form of a song
Now I got the hood set, doors flyin like a jet
Ostrich in the whip got haters on deck
If they thinkin that was somethin tell e'm see me in a sec
Everytime I pull up on e'm I'm a leave they face wrecked(haha)
I'll shut a bitch down, have e'm shook when I'm around
Get e'm if they pride high try to run it to the ground
Ain't shit to get the click and make niggas get out of town
If you ever see this gangsta, then hit e'm up with a sign
[Chorus: Trae]
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
[Verse 3: Trae]
I'm a gangsta nigga you can tell when I walk
Right off the rip I check a bitch, and you can tell when I talk
I lost count ain't no tellin how many guns I done bought
And when it come to beef I won everytime that I fought
And if I ever end up caught, I get right back to the streets
And if I need to check a bitch I get right back to the beats
And if I need to touch a bitch I'm finna put e'm to sleep
And have his body out of function for a number of weeks
Asshole nigga never will I fold
And I represent the hood everywhere a nigga roll
I don't know what you was told but my boxin game cold
You try it you gon'be the first nigga that's gettin stoled
Then I'm back to the whips, slab floatin like a ship
I just released the top now they sayin I'm a trip
They hate the Mac-11 when I got a full clip
4 deep, 1 deep, 1 blood, 1 crip when I tip
I'm the one and I gotta let they ass know
Thinkin somethin slow and I'm a have to let my last go
I'll get ya touched for alittle bit of cash flow
Let the world know I'm a mothafuckin asshole!
[Chorus: Trae]
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
[Trae]
What up Mr. Dinkie how you feeling my nigga
greetings from your next to be the K-I-N-G
It's been a second, but I hate the way that I'm feeling G
Still it's plain to see, I ain't been living the best I can
I ain't living the best of shit, cause I've been stressing and I really need a hand
Better yet fuck that, I need you by my side
So we can hop inside the M, and take a ride
Reminiscing on how we missed out, over the years together shed our tears together
Back to back without no fears together, ready to do whatever
I never knew that you would go, and learn to live a life of crime
I never knew that I would see Lorie, get buried in the ground
I prolly missed out on my childhood, living a harder life
Than most of these kids that never seen, the side of death up in they life
I know I never would of been rapping, if it wasn't for you
Started out in 12th, who'd ever thought that I'd be making it through
I bet to you it wasn't a soul, that had the faith we had up on eachother
So I love you to death, real conversation from your blood brother
[Hook: Billy Cook]
Life goes on, living my life and I'm riding in my zone
Dealing with pressure, but still I gotta be strong
Holding it down, until you come back home I feel all alone
Life goes on, living my life and I'm riding in my zone
Dealing with pressure, but still I gotta be strong
Holding it down, until you come back home see life goes on
[Trae]
I don't think they told ya, that I'm one of the best to do what I do
Holding you down everytime I rap, you know I'm repping for you
See I'm my brother's keeper, and it don't mean much to everybody else
To me it mean the world, and I don't give a fuck about nobody else
Tatted on my arm and on my hand, for me to show 'em the love
I'd even take a beating, if it's death then I'll be taking that slug
I remember watching you get your change, pulling up in that '98
On swangas on Fondren & Main, I barely knew a thang
But I was cool as fuck, everything that you did I tried to do the same
Now I only think about you, going through that pain
On that cell block, living in a jungle of gorillas
But I know they ass don't want it, cause they fucking with a killa
Sometimes I hit the cut, just to hear the G's talk about ya
How you brought it for the streets, and shit ain't been this far without ya
It hurt when I'm glancing at your picture, wishing you was here
But you left me all alone, to grab the wheel and try to steer
[Hook]
[Trae]
I be stomped, on my big brother and lil' brother talk
But I'ma be alright tonight's the night
that I decide to walk, hope that I don't get caught
I finally caught up with your daughter, even though they ass tried to hide her
Trying to say that she ain't yours, fuck that that bitch a liar
Danny Boo say that she is, me and Jay say that she is
Everything about her, plus looking at her face say that she is
Yeah I got the kite, anything that you want I got
Don't worry about the name, cause everything I'm on note to keep it hot
Whether or not they like it, just as long as they ass see it
Twenty thousand on my neck, to make sure they ass gotta read it
You my brother plus the youngest one
seem to be taking your ways and bringing 'em back
Flyer than a motherfucker, swanging bags under the Lac
Ready to fight just like I am, you know that we got it from you
Plus our temper down the drain, nigga you know just how we do
We from the same mother, so you know we all look like we twins
You my heart, I'ma tell you over time and time again
[Hook]
[Billy Cook]
My life-my life-my life, I'm riding on my zone
I gotta be strong, that's why I'm holding it down
Until you come back home, see life goes on
Living my liiiiii-iiiiiii-iiiiife, feeling the pressure
She came running
I hate everything that came before me
Crushed
I'm breaking under the crush
Don't ignore me
Cause you know I can always make it louder
Three
Three's nothing out of ten
But you've got a thing for me
I can feel it, I can feel it
And I've got a thing for you too
You can have it
You can have it
I've been running
Just to get away from what's inside me
Rush
I'm drowning under the rush
Happy Birthday
To the best brother in the world
Hurray
At least I'm still cool to one girl
But you've got a thing for me
I can feel it, I can feel it
And I've got a thing for you too
You can have it
You can have it
You've got a thing for me
I can feel it, I can feel it
And I've got a thing for you too
You can have it
No strings attached
No copy to match
No drift to catch
No plans to hatch
No itch to scratch
Just infatuation is all you need
You could tell a million lies
And I'd think they all were true
Trust
That's my trust in you
It's what I value
And it's what I refuse to lose
[Trae]
I'm sick of losing family, everytime I blink my eyes
And at the rate that it's going, fell like I need to stay inside
Cause I don't wanna be the next nigga, to fall in a coffin
Lord knows everybody, that I love die often
Or wind up in the cage, and I don't seem to understand
It ain't nothing but a few of us left, I can count on my hand
If I tried to make a song, for everyone that I lost
I'd prolly have a triple c.d., in my deck when I floss
And that's a damn shame, people entertained by pain
I think I'm only selling records, cause I'm going through it mayn
I received a phone call, from my old man today
He was going crazy, cause his older sister passed away
And in my mind, I think she looking down smiling away
But still it hurt, I'm writing this and it ain't even been a day
At least I got to giver her a kiss, and told her I love her
Hey Christina, promise it'll never be another damn
[Hook x2]
I'ma keep thugging, till the day I drop
Cause it feel like I'm losing, everything I got
On my knees asking God, is it ever gon stop
But he don't answer me back, I hope he help me out
[Trae]
To tell the truth I'm never being happy, now-a-days
In my everyday living, will make a nigga wanna blaze
I don't smoke, so I'm running reality head on
All the pressure and pain, coming to me is dead wrong
Only time I get to smile, is when I see my lil' boy
If he only knew I'm riding down, for my boy
I ain't got too many friends, so I'm riding by myself
Your own kin'll try to do you, when on a mission for wealth
I was told, every person get a day of they own
I guess they skipped over mine, I been in line for too long
Why they won't leave me alone, I just wanna have a life
I'm sick of living in the dark, tripping searching for the light
I'm a soldier so I fight, till I'm running out of breath
And I ain't running from the devil, it's war until the death
Dear Lord help me out, I think you missing all my calls
My back against the wall, and I ain't got no time to fall at all
[Hook x2]
[Trae]
It ain't no mo' telling me, that it's gonna be ok
I watched the judge, try to throw my roll dog life away
It's safe to say, any day I'ma be checking in
With everything that I'm facing, they gotta let me in
I only rap about the struggle, cause it's all that I know
I'm assuming people hate me, because it's all that they show
I never asked to be a rapper, I was stuck with it
And fuck this shit, cause I don't fell I'm having luck with it
And it seem like I'm really tripping, sometimes
And I really want, is the Lord to show me a sign
Cause everything been rough, when it's coming to me and mine
Since it's raining everyday, I'll be praying the sun'll shine
But it don't, and on the real I don't feel that it will
I'm the last one left, until I end up getting killed
I wanna turn away, but still I know that it's real
And deep inside I pray, that the Lord'll be my shield, my pain is for real
[Hook x4]
Sitting on top of the world
[Trae]
I really wish that I was, sitting on top of the world
Cause lately I've been in my own zone, stressing so much I'm about to hurl
I don't wanna lose my focus, in case you ain't noticed it's hopeless
In the ghetto, cause niggaz'll hold you down and never let go
But I maintain, ducking and dodging the rain
Wishing one day I'll get away, and be on top of my game
Cause for Trae, everyday struggling is what I get to feel
If I feel anything else, I swear to God it wasn't real
So I mash on, and get my cash on
Fuck being broke, everyday I get my stash on
It ain't no telling, if I'ma get to see the better days
I would rather be living, so mama say I better pray
And forget what them niggaz say, I know they be hating mine
I've been stuck on bad luck, I don't think they want mine
So I remain, hoping God gon put me on top of his list
I'll probably never get to see it, so for now I sit and wish I was
[Hook x4]
[Trae]
My mentality of being broke, done got me trying to get it
But I don't rest, so everytime I touch the game I'll be the best and never less
I ain't got shit to lose, and I want the bottom to the top
So everyday I give it all I got, a hundred percent and never ever stop
I ain't gon quit for shit, even though my pain is forever
I lost a lot with paying dues, and tried to keep it together
It's like I'm zoning everyday, and then I'm lost in a daze
Since I'm addicted to reality, I'll be stuck in my ways
And I can't change it if I wanted to, with what I'm going through
It ain't nobody, trying to help me through
That's why my attitude be out of control, with all the time they gave my dog
I bet he losing it slow, but still I tell him not to fold
I'm gon ride for the team, and try to make it to the top
And if I never make it, least I'm still respected on the blocks
I know it ain't a lot, but in the hood I'll be a legend
Helping people make it through, they hard times for a blessing like I'm
[Hook x4]
[Trae]
I never knew, if I would end up being po'
And if folks but still I knew, that I would end up being realer than most
And maybe that explains, why I haven't made it yet
I can almost bet that you niggaz, don't get no respect
Selling your soul and playing dirty with the devil, I choose to be a rebel
Never teaming up with that sucker, cause I'm on another level
And it ain't too many on it, I promise I'm a loner
Ever since me and my brother separated, I've been goner
On the corner trying to get it, the best way I can
That's why I choose to get up and get out, and be a man
And it ain't no giving me respect, I'd rather take my own
And ain't no running from death, I'd rather be toting chrome
And I don't think that they wanna see me, on top of the world
Cause if they did then they would fear me, when I be stopping this world
From all the bullshit, these niggaz be filling it with
And if I can't, then I'ma never be calling it quits I wish I was
[talking:]
Now see, the definition of a real nigga
Is about it, in this motherfucking song right here
You know, it took two real niggaz to collab
And make some motherfucking shit happen man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, Asshole By Nature
Ay Trae, tell me what you is nigga
[Trae:]
I'm a gangsta to the end, riding for the set
Black Chevrolet, with the paint still wet
J's on my toes, locs on my eyes
Crawling on 4's, everytime I slide by
Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the South
Hoes on my swag, cause the diamonds in my mouth
But I move low key, posted in the trap
Raw with the rap, to put my hood on the map
I'ma do this one for H.A.W.K., and his brother named Pat
And my partna named Screw, so I let the trunk crack
What they know about that, haters better chill
Plus I'm packing somnething, that they classify steel
Repping my block, still doing my thang
Trunk full of bang, holding A.B.N. gang
Screwed Up Click, I'ma let the world know
Before it's all over, we gon make the world slow
[Hook:]
You can find me in the hood, swanging in a drop
Trunk popped up, now I'm letting back the top
Locs on my face, and my grill so clean
Thirty grand talk, boppers hopping on my team
Moving so slow, banging my Screw
Moving so slow, banging my Screw
Moving so slow, banging my Screw
Hop out on the block, still hollin' what it do
[Yung Joc:]
'65 Impala, Cheve SS
The top disappear, see the clear VVS
I guess you know the name, I ain't even gotta say it
When I say it's going down, SK start spraying
Block E-N-T, and A.B.N. niggaz in charge
Ery'body mugging, nigga face different starch
I'ma let you pull your card, but watch how quick I pull it
Ay fuck a semi-auto, my niggaz pack fullest
We bullies on the block, the hustle don't stop
It's eat what you kill, that's the motto off top
Yeah it's the A-Town, and the H-Town
Tell em this the shake down, lay face down
Me and my nigga Trae, getting cake now
Split it down the middle, 50-50 that's the break down
Baby keep your face down, and don't talk back
You can find me in the hood, nigga distributing packs
[Big Pokey:]
My guns go off, when my fists is hard
Mobbed up cuz, nigga pistols'll scar
You got your knife on you homie, that's for twisting cigars
I got my knife on me homie, that's for twisting your guards
These niggaz, wanna play you for weak
It's going down, motherfuckers drizzown when they playing it deep
I do the damn thang, niggaz talking about it
I'm a problem run into it, you ain't walking up out it
Sensei'll fade the pack, I get mean
Lean on you with this beam, till you fade to black
Cuffing broads, cause I mack on chicks
I go hard same nigga hit your hard, put your Lac on bricks
Niggaz a trip, crock bull give niggaz the clip
Slap niggaz in they trap, when they giving me lip
S.U.C. my nigga, we missing H.A.W.K.
I'm gon live through the rest of the click, that's real talk
[Hook]
[Trae:]
Hop out on the block, like I'm still hitting stangs
Platinum in the hood, so they tend to know my name
Yellow VS-1's, got me switching up the game
Might hop fly, top dropping like the rain
Hoes talk down, Trae never get mad
Niggaz old school, still jacking my swag'
Y'all concerned about a playa, since the day of my birth
Grab a couple mill, and I can show you what I'm worth
Sitting so low, everytime I come down
Trunk just popped, so I'm showing my surround
84's got me tipping, so low to the ground
Still hitting licks, moving off the Greyhound
Watching for the laws, I ain't fucking with the time
Bitch I'm in my prime, ain't no stopping my shine
I advise, that they lead the truth to the throne
If you say I ain't the realest, say bitch you dead wrong
Time after time when we're together
I tell you I love you now and forever
Your doing me wrong but there's nothing I can do
We've been through days when nothing would go right
In your arms your holding me so tight
Please won't you let me come into your heart
We would make love
Through rainy weather
Go to the movies and laugh together
Please won't you see girl what your doing to me
Chorus:
Girl, why don't you just understand
Why I've got to be your man
Why don't you let yourself go
Don't you know
Time after time my feelings are so hurt
It will take both of us to make our love work
I'll give you love if you just give me a chance
Once in your life see that this is real
Will it be pain and sorrow that I feel
If this is love won't you see it through my eyes
Remember the days when we would just hold hands
Holding and kissing in the warm sand
Those were the times when I knew you cared
Chorus
Oh girl, here I am dialing your number
Sometimes I really don't know how you feel about me
But i'm gonna let you know how I feel about you
Chorus
Time after time when we're together
I tell you I love you now and forever
[Hook x2]
I never thought that I would, ever see the day
That my people, will try to use my life away
I really wish that I could leave, and go away
So it's best, to stay the fuck away from Trae
[Trae]
When the fuck, these niggaz gon learn
I've been the realest thang, that done came in they life
And it hurt me daily to turn my back, but still I know they ain't right
No time to be shife, but still I know I gotta ride for my own
I prolly never would of been pissed, if I was riding alone
But situations in my life, done made me change for the best
I can't speak for the rest, but I know a lot of my life been a mess
I can't take back the past, so now I'm blaming it all on myself
I had niggaz that came and left, while spending all of my wealth
But quietly kept, I'm bad for your health don't get too close
Cause I can't determine my friends and my foes, bitches and hoes
Where was they at, when I ain't had a damn thang in my pocket
Like I ain't see the love I gave em, when they took it and dropped it
So now I'm all across they face, and ain't no way they can stop me
And plus they know my attitude, be quick to go off like Rocky's
Can't knock it cause I ain't wrong, I speak the truth in this song
So don't come asking me bout shit, just leave me the fuck alone damn
[Hook x2]
[Trae]
So now they got the nerve, to say I'm on some high-seditty shit you
Tripping bitch
How the fuck is y'all talking down, and I grind for this don't make me
Click
Cause I'll do ya like I never knew ya, I gotta keep my guards up
Cause they say your own'll be quick to use ya, but not no mo'
Cause I would rather be doing bad, and they don't come around
Before I let em use me up, and try to weigh me down
I got a lot of anger inside, pride gotta keep me going
And the reason I'm one deep up in this game, is what's gon keep me flowing
My heart been soft at times, I tried to let em use my hand
But then they would push it up out the way, and I could never understand
But now I do, a lot of these niggaz don't give a fuck about me
So when they see me loading up, I advise that they get from round me
You never thought I could find me, but now I done found myself
My cousin on lock for two, so I'm repping him by myself
These niggaz done got me heated, so I'm headed for my shelf
Cause I feel like, they wanna put a couple slugs in my health
[Hook x2]
[Trae]
I never seen the picture clear, than the way that I seen it today
These niggaz out here gon learn about pain, from fucking with Trae
I'm the one that'll ride or die, at the drop of a dime
And I don't respect y'all the same, cause y'all done crossed over lines
How you gon look me in my eyes, and steady lie to my face
You know we both be down to die, so don't you come in my space
I heard the other day that you said, that you was down with the click
Don't be so quick to hop the fence, you might just get in some shit
That you can't get out of, cause I ain't gon be saving the day
See I'm a lonely guerilla, that might come mobbing today
Better get out the way, before I'm feeling like I'm disrespected
And the second I reminisce, it's gon be getting hectic
It ain't no calming me down, cause I've been calm in the past
You niggaz ain't finna be stressing me, if you try to show ass
And I don't need ya at all, cause y'all ain't true to the game
I know that y'all the type of niggaz, that be faking for fame
(Hook - 2X)
Bitch, just let me be
I done told ya, quit fucking with me
Gangsta, is all that I can be
Bitch, quit calling me
(Trae)
She can quit, calling my pho-one
Quit calling, my phone
She can quit, calling my pho-one
Cause I don't love, no bitch
She can quit, calling my pho-one
Quit calling, my phone
She can quit, calling my pho-one
Cause I don't love, no bitch
So hoe, you gotta to move on
I'd rather, kick it alone
You might, just fuck up my zone
I don't need you round, bye
So hoe, you gotta move on
I'd rather, kick it alone
You might, just fuck up my zone
I don't need you round, bye
(Hook - 2X)
(Trae)
You better, do you
I don't want your ass around me, when I come through
All that barking that you doing, I don't trust you
And on the cool you got a nigga saying fuck you, fuck you
You better, do you
I don't want your ass around me, when I come through
All that barking that you doing, I don't trust you
And on the cool you got a nigga saying fuck you, fuck you
Let me tell you what the bidness is, ain't no room for games to be played
I only got love for my money, cause that's what's keeping me paid
See you ain't on the mission I'm on, your attitude show it all
You out here for yourself, and that I'm really not feeling at all
I've been wise since I was young, that's why I made it this far
And I be damned if you around me, just to feel like a star
I'd rather do my thang, maintain while I stay on the grind
And I'm a gangsta baby, I don't need nobody around huh
(Hook - 2X)
(Trae)
She can quit, calling my pho-one
Quit calling, my phone
She can quit, calling my pho-one
Cause, I don't love, no bitch
She can quit, calling my pho-one
Quit calling, my phone
Cause I don't love, no bitch
So hoe, you gotta move on
I'd rather, kick it alone
You might, just fuck up my zone
I don't need you round, bye
So hoe, you gotta move on
I'd rather, kick it alone
You might, just fuck up my zone
[Hook: Shyna]
You're so, so special
You're so, so special
You're so, so special
You're so, so special
[Verse 1: Trae]
I woke up early this morning
But all I can think about is what keep me going
And it ain't no denying the fact I gotta ride for the ones who love be showing
July the 3rd you gave birth to the man I'am today
And I probably go insane if life ever took you away
I remember like yesterday you use to be my best friend
No matter what I did you're be right by my side in the end
If you need it I got it ain't no question about it
We struggled all off our life but now it's time I get you about it
Mama I promise to god I ain't never leaving your side
And everytime I see your face you give me the smiling inside
You mean the world to me and ain't nobody gon' jeopardize that
You the main reason I'm alive I can't never forget that
Debra Denise who ever thought that we will get to see this day
Your son been grinding it for years and now we finally on his way
To be something that'll make your proud
I bet we never seen it coming
Plus I got a chance to showing
To a very special woman
Love you ma
[Hook: Shyna]
You're so, so special
You're so, so special
You're so, so special
You're so, so special
[Verse 2: Trae]
D'Neeko Deshawn Thompson your daddy be thinking bout you
Like everyday all I know is that I never wanna be without you
Since July the 23rd the day you came to this earth
I finally got a son on my own only the lord know what you worth
I might like get to be around you 50 percent of my time
You better believe every percent of my time you be on my mind
Lil' daddy you some special just like the day that I met you
I'm a be there whenever you call and the time that I'm gon' regret you
I was the first to see you smile and you don't know how much it meant
Can't let nobody take you from me cuz I know you heaven sent
Everytime you make a sound I laugh and look you in your eye
And your ways seem like you fly
And that's a trip it ain't no lie
I can you see rapping like daddy or maybe even playing sports
Either way you gon' be pimp if they don't like it take us to court
Meanwhile I thought I let you know that your daddy appreciate you
From turning my dark to light and it was a blessing I couldn't creat you
[Hook: Shyna]
You're so, so special
You're so, so special
You're so, so special
You're so, so special
[Bridge: Shyna]
You're so, so special
You're so, so special
You're so, so special
You're so, so special
[Hook: Shyna]
You're so, so special
You're so, so special
You're so, so special
Yeah man*
I'm so, I'm so Texas right now man
Dueces and Ya Traes
Throw up... throw up... throw up-throw up ya dueces and ya traes
Throw up... throw-throw up... throw up-throw up ya dueces and ya traes
Throw up... throw up... throw up throw up throw up ya dueces and ya traes
Dueces and ya traes, dueces-dueces and ya traes
If ya miss Pimp C, throw up ya dueces and ya traes
They say now the city is back it's something strange
Starch post sitting caught under something ya couldn't name
Dranking off inside the Range seats same color cocaine
With a chopper who understanding it's nothing something insane
Picture this whip flipping glass imitating aerobics
Panel rally roof this bitch in the back of me claustrophobic
Niggas pussy in my book tell em that was already noted
The crown is mine and sign the Houston the city already wrote it
I'm gladder than a jungle where other niggas get nervous
Designated in sewers where cellular's don't get service
Thankin house of where smokers the only place you can purchase
And such a put in the trap where the workers see through the service packs
Was never social all I know is my pen and my pad
I'm on the phone with momma C reminiscing too Chad
These niggas never get the picture they vision is bad
Nigga the truth is here only the [?] can question ya had
Trae what it do big homie?
Y'all know how this go right
Real recognize real mayne
The truth hurr!
But the real shall live in the...
Brother from another mother
And what that mean if you don't stand for sumthin then you goin fall for anything
As I walk in these stars jean
Pop my trunk to make they cars lean
The hood got sar things like Rated-R screens
So my parental adviser into the youth is the truth
And back it up with proof
Don't nobody know what's happening till it's happening to you
Now they askin you what's happening cause it's happening to them too
Them gone ain't too many niggas ridin' but I'm drivin' Way Park
I got Bun in the passenger Trae let's pull up in they yard
I'm not askin for space bitches I'm a go hard
Now when your swangers stick out far they'll help you bo-gar
Dueces and Traes, twist ya fingaz throw em up to God
Watch this Cashville nigga as I lead the four stars
Yeah you see me oil spill niggas, BP
I got Texas ways put dueces and ya traes
Yeah
Throw them dueces up and the traes too
On the duece-dueces up and them K's too
I don't play fool all this cash I'm stackin'
Assualt rifled up bitch like I'm mad Iraq
They say if a nigga fall on ya he'll roll on ya
You blessed and try'na progress he'll prolong ya
Best thang for a hater keep him out my reach
Cause Sensei he'll fade a nigga like a bottle of bleach
Scott Blocc in this bitch and it's on and poppin'
Straight drop in this bitch nigga zones is lockin'
My banger is black, the swaggers are turning
If I catch him playin games this banger will burn him
Yeah I'm hard on a chick, I mash on em
In this Spurg gettin head countin cash on em
Crock-woollier till the winter yet we play to win
A couple grand, price tag on your head - leave you layin where you stand
A couple grand, price tag on your head - on your head, on your head
A couple grand, price tag on your head - price tag on your head
A couple grand, price tag on your head - leave you layin where you stand
Watch him die slow, then his eyes roll (uhh)
In the back of his head, now his body cold (uhh)
A couple grand, a couple shots
Couple drip drops, now your leakin won't stop
Bitch I'm the man just ask Block
Shots rang out, you could hear 'em for a couple blocks (*gun firing*)
Bitch what's my name, call me Yung Joc
I got a great aim all I need is one shot
Everybody talkin in my nieghborhood (maaan)
I got great lawyers cause my paper good (yeah)
Leave your body riddled, wheezin and coughin
Here your body lye, box five in monica coffin
You fuck with mine, I'll cross ya life line
I'm a graffiti artist, paint chalk outlines
And the worst part (what it is) - is I'm not a coward
Visit your wait and give your momma dead flowers
Yeah Joc I got this one for ya homie
Let me get at this bitch, Assholes By Nature
I been sittin a second, but now I'm back for the drama
So tell that pussy nigga, he headed for trauma
You'd rather slap ya momma, 'fore you come fuckin with Trae
Homie I'm 'Tha Truth'and I get in that ass with no delay
Penitentaries, to cities, and ghettos I got it locked
I'm ABN go check the trunk (*schreeching tires*)I bet I'm fully stocked
I'm so deep in the streets - I started and ain't never gon'stop
And fuck a (*reversed*)bitch, ya'll make sure ya'll rotate in the box
It ain't no greetin through the lines, I spitt it clear as day
Niggas gay, plus it's understood you get it - how you play
I call the shots around my way, I'm that nigga in charge
And fuck the talk, you better see me with an entourage
This is not a movie (cut) - no re runs
All sells final, no refunds
Once I make the payment, the hits out
I'm not Jeezy - I ain't swappin shit out (that's right)
First I tell 'em (what you tell 'em?) - where I want it done (where you want it?)
In the back yard, right in front of his son (*screaming*)
Then I tell 'em (what you tell 'em) - where to drop him off
In the Chattahoochie with his dick chopped off (damn)
Yeah it sounds harsh, but it's well deserved
Feed his ass to the sharks, for Our'dueuvres
This could happen to you in New Joc City
Before the day I want this bitch knocked the fuck off the globe
While I'm posted inside my crib, in a Hoover blue robe
It's Lil'Boss, I send my villans to seek an elobe
Dumpin a few, makin these niggas hop fences like toads
Better practice what they be preechin when fuckin with me
I introduce yo'ass to hell when fuckin with me
I got some niggas that'll go do the job for free
You lose yo'life when tryna mob in the streets like me
Any action you niggas takin need to discipline
You bangin with a Hoover gang criminal, bitch you listenin (ya heard me)
Price tag on your head, rice bag for the lead
Bitch niggas gon'get it the right way, cause it's a code red
I gotta couple grand for any nigga that want it
You shouldn't have started, now you done got me up on it
See I got niggas from the West, all the way to fifth ward
I'm Hoover crippin, I got Blood's and B.D's in my squad
It's Jay'Ton nigga and now I'm set trippin
It's A.B.N you better chill before you come up missin
They call me Tarzan bitch cause I run with guerillas
I'm certified my older brother Dinkie was a killer
I'm Slow Loud to the Bang, and I bang to the left
You violate me and I swear I'm gon'bang to the death (BOW)
And it's a damn shame, but I'm playin it dirty
I'm barely twenty, fuck nigga you damn near out ya thirties
I gotta couple killers, down in pre - trial
Put glass in your food, you shit - your guts leak out
The sheriff call your mother and she freak out (*crying*)
Got her hittin member up, got him on speed dial
Ooh it ain't nothin, but a call away
Come home find, your baby sister in the hallway
9 - 1 - 1, but it's too late
She lookin like a maxi pad, bleedin through the duct tape
[** feat. Gudda Gudda & Jae Millz:]
[Gudda Gudda:]
Uh huh*
Young Money muhfucker
Trae I got'cha
Even if ya not listening you goin here me
Real niggas love me and them other niggas feel me
Pourin up the purple shit puffin on the ziggy
Top down on the coupe, bitches askin who is he?
Gudda Gudda bitch the name rangin every city
Real nigga music they talk it I doos it
All about the money so the track I abuse it
Been drankin all day, I done dunked the whole cruiser
Name a nigga better, the place I'm right in front of me
I lay em face down in the street right in front of me
Gun to his back bullets coming out the front
Make examples outta niggas cause he shouldn't of never front on me
Miserable niggas and misery loves company
I keep a two neen's in the shoutgun company
Young Money, ABN that's the mob
We take it old money don't quit'cha day job
Nigga!
[Trae:]
Tippin inside some hood shit, beating my life away
Four in the morning thuggin can't get seen in the light of day
Terrorizing the city tell em I got the righter way
A nigga jump outta place and I collect with a righter way
This burner like the trip it might end up taking yo waist off
So bullets show direction like Wayne blowing yo face off
They throw and hit your block with this chopper and fuck ya place off
Have a ticket to the district attorney to blow the case off
I'm on this street shit, riding like a renegade
Wrist something refresher stones same color lemonade
You be stupid to think to run up on me
Bitch I got niggas bigger than Shaq outta dressing me as they big homie
Neither of them Asshole niggas I know you heard about em
And even on this 6 foot 6 won't get a word about em
Bitch I'm above my cash, money like Dwayne Carter
ABN and Young Money damn it ain't a team harder
[Jae Millz:]
Fresh off the plane from Magrathea
Jae Millz
Time wait for no man so if you got no plan
Ya might as well get some steel toes and kick co cans
You can be a had not my choice if ya wanna
But my choice is to go hard New V for the summer
Niggs I'm a hustla dead president's hunter
And for them dead presidents I'll hunt ya, I'll slump ya
Won't second guess I won't wonder
I let off that Kevin Durant feel the thunder!
MAAAH! Get the fuck up out my way boy ya ought too
A broke conversation I'm the wrong one to talk too
I talk money and my money yeah it talk too
Just drove something dumb out the dealership off walk-toos
Both wrists froze bitch and I'm never shook
A one way vacation I'll get em booked
The ticket charge free put it on me
Matta fact YME is Millz Trae and double G
That's murda
Fuck with it nigga
Uh-huh
[Hook]
Oh no, there go them Texas boys swanging in a fo' do'
Top still of the drop, but I moved to 24's
Think of taking my slab, haters I don't think so
Cause if you run up on me, I'll be forced to let go
Doing it like a G, and that's all that I'ma show
My trunk done popped up, and I suicided my do's
These haters be in my mix, and these boppers still on my dick
When I'm coming, around they corner
[Paul Wall]
I'm from the City of Syrup, and the land of the fry
Where boys water out they brain, and make they confidence rise
When I wake up in the morning, and the sun in the sky
Another day another chance, to get my piece of the pie
But robbing season come around, whenever the drought kick in
It's guaranteed they coming for me, but I don't know when
I gotta stay up on my note, or I'm paying a cost
Get caught slipping in the turning lane, I'm taking a loss
Boys be plotting on my riches, trying to get what I got
But if you run up on me at the light, you gon get shot
You gotta watch out for these females, cause they out there too
You think they flirting with you, but you really ain't got a clue
Cause boys be stunting in the parking lot, thinking they cool
But when they make out the police report, they feel like a fool
It's Paul Wall I'm in this, for counting stacks
Evading the car jack, but Trae got my back so haters back-back
[Hook]
[Trae]
In a 4-4 I still be swanging in a drop, trying to miss these haters
24/7 like I'm a G, that for cheddar after my paper
Boppers riding me on the daily, like I'm unable to peep out they law
Try to take me up out of my slab, and watch how fast I clear the block out
Diamonds all in my grill, I hit the lot and my slab topless
And I'm something like a profit, when they see the 24's moving stopless
Turning heads on a daily basis, with a trunk that'll beat your back
If you want it come get it, hollow tips and my clip ain't having that
Paul Wall what they talking bout, I've been ready for them hating jackers
They got Trae wrong, I'ma show em the definition of a busting backer
They've been waiting to catch me slipping, they tripping I'm from the gutter
With a semi-automatic, make joning be making em stutter
In Houston we bout that drama, where roaches be on the creep
Everything we ride on be chrome, with at least 20 inches of feet
Oh no, there go them boys and they pulling out in that line
With a nine strapped to they spine, for whatever be going down
[Hook]
[Trae]
I'm trying to shine, everyday on the grind
I'm feeling like it's my time, since haters be out of line
It's time to reload, and put it all in they face
For hopping out of they place, gorillas never been safe
When they bout to explode, everyday on the grind
I'm feeling like it's my time, since haters be out of line
It's time to relooooad, it's time to relooooad
[Trae:]
This gon be the realest shit I ever wrote, so just know it's deeper than rap
It was a lot of shit that go, but now I'm bringing it back
I been a G all of my life, and tried to hold it for the best
I'm the realest nigga living, they can write it when I rest
Fuck it put me with the best, and I can stand out on my own
It's survival of the truth, and I'll be coming for the throne
Fuck being a bigger man, niggaz played the game wrong
So I played it how they played it, while remaining in my zone
These niggaz hoes, that's why they keep my name in they mouth
It ain't hard to find me, bitch nigga I'm the streets of the South
And ain't no banging over wax, nigga come see me in the hood
In the section where fake is twisted, like the W in wood
I been repping since I was 12, but now I'm 25 strong
With the family of A.B.N., running and toting some'ing chrome
I never trained to be in battle, even though I been at war
Mob made motherfucker, prolly leave you with a scar I'm the truth
[Hook: Billy Cook]
This be the realest, the realest shit I ever wrote
This be the realest, the realest shit I ever spoke
All I know is, (this gon be the realest shit I ever wrote)
All I know is, that I'm gon be the truth
[Trae:]
They better know I peep everything in the game, they got me looking at my life different
Niggaz out here thinking they can know it, if my vibe different
These other niggaz out here falsified, telling lies
Sell a couple records, now they profitized keep it real
You niggaz ain't got the credibility, to be the truth
Unless you out here living what you talking, in the booth
Everyday it be the same, niggaz know I'm in the lane
Only fucking with the killers, cause we feel eachother pain
I hit the highway with my niggaz, never toching the caine
Now they got me watching for the FEDs, bitches mention my name
Since I'm the leader of the gang, it make it hard for me to move
I'm the truth, it ain't gon be a pretty sight for me to lose
Trae bail on street shit, got it on a lock
Everytime I'm going off, niggaz done got it on the block
Never something that it's not, I only know of being Trae
And that's the truth every motherfucking day, it ain't no other way
[Hook]
[Trae:]
Niggaz saying I got the name to be the truth, and I ain't even mad at em
But that expression on they face, had me taking jabs at em
This a warning shot, ever seen a nigga at his last
If you haven't, I advise you let this motherfucker pass
I ain't here to be mistaken, so respect it when I spit it
Fuck it keep it yourself, cause anyone of you's will get it
I'm a Asshole, and it's self explained by the anger
And I'm holding on a glock, that's keeping one up in the chamber
I'ma strut it like a gangsta, so my niggaz get they bang on
Hopping out the slab, Dickies sagging with my chains on
Hopping fly, cause they seen the dropper with them thangs on
Lord knows, Trae'll leave them niggaz with they brains blown
I'm in another zone, niggaz still on cloud nine
And I'm a loner, you niggaz don't need to crowd mine
Trae the Truth is what it is, niggaz know it's time
Plus I'm here to make em lay it down, 'fore I spray it down
[Billy Cook:]
The truth be the realest shit I ever spoke, be the realest shit I ever wrote
(this gon be the realest shit I ever wrote)
Be the realest shit I ever spoke, be the realest shit I ever wrote - 2X
[Trae:]
This be the realest shit, I ever spoke
Even if they never see it, this gon be the realest shit I ever wrote
Pay attention, to the shit I quote
Even if they never hear it, this gon be the realest shit I ever spoke - 2X
[Billy Cook:]
One hundred percent real, one hundred percent reeeeeal
Heeeey, Trae let em know ooooh
This be the realest shit, that I ever spoke and wrote
(feat. Styles P)
[Talking: Trae]
You Know I Never Did Understand
Why They Always Told Me To Smile
Shit It Ain't Too Much Shit Out Here To Smile Fo'
Real Talk - You Know It's Still Assholes By Nature, Peep Game
[Verse 1: Trae]
I Remember Comin Up Labeled The Lil'nigga
Watchin Niggas Fuck Over They Own, But See I Kept It Realer
But Bein Real Ain't Always What Niggas Make It To Be
I Never Thought We'd Make It And I'd Have Niggas Hatin A G
I Got Enough Shit That I Deal With On The Day To Day
Pennitentaries And Life After Death Don't Seem To Go Away
Even Though I Never Know The Outcome
Somethin Say To Pray, And Try To Do My Best To Understand He Right Around The Way
I Got A Call From Mr.Rogers Just The Other Day - Telling Me He By My Side
I'm Like What The Fuck You Talkin Bout - Until He Told Me Loinna Died
It Fucked Me Up So Much I Couldn't Even Go The Wait
But If Her Family Call I'm A Make Sure That They Straight
It's Like This Part Of My Life I Live Is Damn Near Mastered
The Mo'people I Love, The Mo'they Get Took Away Faster
Sometimes I Feel I Talk To God Alittle Mo'then A Pastor
Probably To Live And Make Sure My Son Never Become A Basterd
I Never Been The One To Quit, I Always Been A Leader
But I Feel This World Is Like A Bitch And I Know I Don't Need Her
If I Knew It Was This I'd Never Took The Time To Meet Her
So I Feel The Frown Across My Face, The Only Way To Greet Her
In The Process Of Bein'trae, I Missed Out As A Child
Probably Because Reality My Style
And They Told My Cousin Death Before He's Thirty After Checkin His File
He Damn Near Twenty - Eight So How The Fuck Am I Suppose To Smile?
[Talking: Styles P]
I Don't Know My Nigga, I Ask Myself The Same Shit Everyday
How The Fuck Am I Suppose To Smile?
Life's Real Over Here, You Know
[Verse 2: Styles P]
Styles Don't Smile, The Hood Too Foul
The Lil'niggas Is Wild, Man Lost Trial
Hit E'm With Some Numbers He Ain't Even Gon'chow
He Ain't Even Sleepin, He Been Thinkin 'bout His Child
It's Real Fucked Up But He Won't See Him For Awhile
Same Bullshit Tryna Get You A Money Pile
We All See The Reefer, Or The Kill - Doors Locked
I Keep The Tech With The Air Hose Cocked
Now I Don't Wanna Shoot Or Get Shot, But Paniro's Not
Gon'fuck With These Fuck Niggas I Air Those Blocks
It's Real Hard To Sleep, When It's Money On The Mind
Murder On The Mind, Puffin On A Dutch With A Fist Full Of Iron
Somebody's Mom Cryin, Cause Somebody's Boy Dyin
It's The Same Ole Shit, From The Wait To The Funeral Same Ole Trip
Crack Money, Rap Money The Same Ole Grip
Ask Trae Could I Smile Out In Texas, Livin Wreckless
Said The Cops Gon'get You And Niggas'll Leave You Breathless
Shit I'm A Winner, Mo'like A Sinner
Tryna Make It To Dinner - Then Live After Breakfast
[Talking: Styles P]
You Know, Trae - S.P.
How The Fuck Are We Suppose To Smile?
Nigga Answer Me That
That's for real (8x)*
[Verse 1:]
Another day drama got me going through it eyes fighting me to open
Dreaming the way the struggle knowing everything is broken
Pain sweat and tears let me soaking
Now I'm feeling like I'm losing on some shit that got me contemplating smoking
Inhaling off the light looking at these haters like I owe em
Pressing something like a bomb ten seconds from try'na blow em
Never turn another cheek, pride goin make a nigga show em
Niggas got something to say now it's fuck em like I don't know em
All I ever tried to do was make a way for me and grind
It ain't been anything less for a decent amount of time
Extra time to searching for a position they couldn't find
They disregard being loyal like it's something they left behind
Homie you goin do your thang I'm goin do mine
Keep ya rather distance for the shit I'm packing two crimes
Niggas say it was love but now I see the love they had lay in a hersh
It safe to say they love for hate focus to see me doing worse
[Chorus:]
When hard times seem to find you (that's for real)
When niggas find yourself behind you (that's for real)
When in the days barely find you (that's for real)
And all you know is how to make it through (that's for real)
If you broke shit straight then ya making love money
Errbody wanna say they ain't changed
But every motherfucker thank every other motherfucker
Goin knock em I think position in the game
[Verse 2:]
I hate to say to believing in niggas got me disappointed more than ever
How the fuck they something real knowing they lie about whatever
They do know about loyalty all they know about is cheddar
All they hate was tuck away till they thought I was doing better
But I still hold it together with no one what I had been through
Everything I'm about enough to show I never been you
Disrespecting your homie it's something I don't get into
Being real ain't nothing practice in something already in you
Dawg told me watch at a distance load up and fall back
Soon as they show they colours expose em and never call back
Never forget the way that they done ya remember all that
Other than definition of pussy is where they falling
And if so they playa hide layout
They know I'm where the streets at, you other niggas not me so stay out
They pray my enemies take out the truth for what I spoken
I see the snakes no longer in the grass they in the open
[Chorus: x2]
When hard times seem to find you (that's for real)
When niggas find yourself behind you (that's for real)
When in the days barely find you (that's for real)
And all you know is how to make it through (that's for real)
If you broke shit straight then ya making love money
Errbody wanna say they ain't changed
But every motherfucker thank every other motherfucker
Goin knock em I think position in the game
[Trae]
You see me on the block every T I roll off
The trunk raise up and everything else fall off
Slabs is automatic if the South get called off
The top raise up and the 4's will crawl out
And I use to be a broke nigga stacked up
Now I gotta watch out for the roach niggaz 24's close
Fuck timid and I blow nigga, anything less than ten G's a joke
Come to the H I can show you who the king of the streets is
Trae, I can show you who king of the beats is
I can show you niggaz what a hundred G's is
A.B.N. gang might leave a nigga teethless
Nigga never heard now I'm all up in they face
Like a bad yellow bitch I'll be all up in her waist
Hit her with the mule now I got her all up in a brace
So sick with the game that it should of been a case
And my chain hang low ice fed when I strut
20 G's plus still capping on sluts
J's laced up when I'm slipping on cuts
And I never been a hoe so they know I got nuts
Pass me the ball I'ma run it for the team
Fuck respect nigga I'ma run it for the green
Cop the new whip candy black looking clean
Tilt the do's up hopping out Sean jeans
Loc's on my face two straps on my hip
Blood on my right to my left is a Crip
Plus I got shit that'll make a nigga flip
If I get a attitude Assholed finna trip
They fucking with the dub but the hood got love
Riding for the truth till they put him in the mud
Any other way I'll be coming with a slug
H-Town motherfucker I'll show you what it was
[Boss]
I'm a motherfucking fool when I pull up on a switch
Game never lame when I pull up on a bitch
Mouthpiece got 'em sick
Hard dick and bubblegum is all that a chickenhead bitch gon get
Can't fuck with my ends if I get rich
Don't scratch up my Benz blue lens with Lorenz
Niggaz don't like when the end sit low
And I pop up on three with a mouth full of chips
I'm your girl's best friend
Call a nigga with my name falling round town for knocking these hoes down
All up in my hoe see I beat my do's down
From state to state breaking the plate on 4's now
You see how the H ride bumper kit
Break a smoke on my 3's I'ma stomp a bitch
Got hoopers on my side that'll jump a bitch
Six foot Zip-Lock sack lunch a bitch
If Boss don't bang right go on tell me bitch
I'ma load up a clip right punching bitch
I see niggaz in the streets wanna act like they G's
Bang like I'm at home when I'm sailing the seven seas
True niggaz in my zone but I'm trying to get rid of fleas
If you in 5200 don't fuck with me please
I'ma stack up some cash and pain for real
When you see me banging a bad bitch out of Brazil
Trying the product on a mill with a drank that sit still
Cut Khakis Chucks with my laces on still
Check out the tats bitch check out the grill
2 double 0-6 bitch check out the deal
I'ma make a bitch made nigga stretch out for real
Like a Sunkist niggaz get peeled for the scrill
You niggaz is hoes I'ma call you a tip drill
[Hook x2]
Niggaz be stressing me, niggaz be testing me
Taking my kindness for a weakness, in this industry
Niggaz be stressing me, trying to get everything for free
Knowing that anything worth having, costs a pretty penny
[Billy Cook]
I gotta get raw, this time around dog
Cause motherfuckers, thinking they can push me in the ground
Just saying do anything to me, expect to know my peeps
So this song goes out, to those haters who envy me
My point exactly, they ain't gotta be a platinum song
Just as long as you get the message, you hear in this song
I got a lovely remedy, for this shit
But in the face or the mind, ghetto platinum hits
When you doing something right, niggaz got something bad to say
See I ain't trying to please, these phony busters anyway
[Hook x2]
[Billy Cook]
It was some niggaz on there, sure was talking about my hair
Now they're broke, and they're all what living there
How you gon let a nigga like me, slip through your fingers yo
It's kinda like you hit the lotto, then just lost it all
See I'm a ghetto platinum nigga, I'm gon shine this year
Y'all can't stop what God has for me, it's so crystal clear
So now sit back, relax and enjoy the ride
You had yours on, now it's Cook and Trae's time
Don't start none, won't be none
Don't start none, won't be noooone
Don't start none, won't be none
Don't start none, won't be none
[Hook x2]
[Trae]
Still stuck between real and fake
But I'ma eliminate fake, when I beat the hate
I'm on my last leg, and on the verge of clicking
And these cats ain't gon learn, till they come up missing
Niggaz taking the help, that I give for granted
Me and Cook been wrecking shit, for too long
You better get your ass up, and get your stacks up
Trying to roll chop for me, and get you messed up
I'm sick and tired, of these wanna be fake type
Industry hype, all about the limelight
Living life shife, and ride a nigga dick tight
Better go on, cause I'm the real nigga type
And I'm squaring it off, till it's over
Stress done got me, running out my mind
And I put it on the line, each and every time
Since they messed up my vibe, now the haters mine
It ain't no more friends, ain't no more foes
Ain't no more kin folk, and no more hoes
Just me and the Maab, and S.L.A.B.
And I'ma rep my click, until the curtain close
Lord knows, I'm due for earning my crown
I done waited my time, and now it's going down
Trae and Billy Cook, Stress the remix
Life in the street niggaz, better move around
[Billy Cook]
I ain't trying to start nothing, ya'll can feel fa sho
I keeps it real can you tell, by the way I spit it yo
This is the first and last time, thugging on a negative vibe
I shoulda done these writing songs, are going ninety wide
You think I'm talking about you, if the shoe fit wear it dog
You done pissed me off, this was the last straw
You whack producers who think, your tracks are the bomb
I thought you knew you need a platinum, wasn't a real song
I can go on and on, while all while sealing the flow
See all you niggaz really need me, but you don't hear me though
[Hook x2]
[Billy Cook]
Yeah, hey yeeeeah
Trae help me out, Trae help me out
The Maab, yeeeeah BMG 1965
The click, the squad, help me out
Oooo-oooooh, weeeell
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Pop in your Grey Cassette
Turn up your fuckin' deck
Lend me yo ear cause Trae Tha Truth is on the way to win
Now what'cha know about that if you don't know much I guarentee you finna know about the?
So ya see me pulling up in a betty ol' slut, head down with a swag that'll fuck up the whole world
I'm back again, fresh out of beating a dude up (Mike Jones)
Too many wanna be gangsta, fuckin' my mood up
I probably wanna clique that's red black and blued up
If it's going down, I bet'cha get screwed up
Ya to dead to the King Of The Streets lil homie slow it down, I ain't really try'na move fast
My old school got me looking like a OG, everybody looking at me like they never seen glass
I'm the leader of the A.B.N. representers
And a gutta when these rappin' niggas never inna
Ya better get up out the game if you a beginner
Somebody finna get robbed if I ain't a winner
First bitch caught slippin' a running a binner
I wanna win it like I'm here finna get back
Trunk up by the fist will sit back
Leaving through the hood like I'm going off a six pack
Real talk I am the H
And tell them niggas I'm a fan of hatred
Probably hate mo ways you see a bitch with a classic shape
Trunk beatin' like it masturbate
I got a couple niggas mad, tell them I ain't finna pass the plate
I finna know that they ass is fake
So tell them goin' give it up, I ain't finna pass the mic for shit
And I ain't leaving till this bastard pray
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It's Bun B the Trill G
Downsouth we still be bangin' Robert Davis on the regular
Ya feel me, I pop my trunk then pop it in (pop it in)
My top I droppin' in (droppin' in)
I'm a sit sideways, then ride my blazers chop it in
I pull up in yo hood, I roll up on your set
You know my dows is butterfly, my candy paint is wet
My leather seats are stitch and tuck and this for my lady
She sitting chromy on the grill so everything is gravy
P.A.T. I'm reppin' it, Air Jordans I'm steppin' for warfare
I been prepping so know that I gots my weapon
I'm ready for regulating, steady you boys been hating
It's our time to shine, we on the grind and we been waiting
To do this for the pimp and the rest of the fallen
Soliders we goin hold you down wheter we ballin'
Or we poor pimpin' it's never no sippin'
And if you reppin' southside then it will be no trippin'
When ya
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Pop it in, nigga
It's the legend
Don Ke
In ya Grey Cassette
Representin' southside
Hustle U.S.A., 713
Pop in ya Grey Cassette
S.U.C., known to wreck
Underground street legend never seen a?
Four-fifteens, liquid screens, bangin' out my music deck
Tilt the grain, change the lane, homie I ain't finished yet
Houston, Texas pourin' on, shining like the morning sun
Fuck these niggas talking bout, it's Trae Tha Truth and Ke Da Don
Automatic rise nothing semi all fully
I get'cha good and keep it hood just ride and listen to me
Representin' southside
Tell em keep they mouth wide
Leather it's cassette grey
Navy on the outside
Losers out here never win
Tell me who they better than
Slidin' up the slab got a screw tape, nigga pop it in
Money coming through this way
Hustle Town U.S.A.
South Park, Sunnyside, Southwest all day
Do it all that last year
Fuck another bad year
My whole swag full grown
Lend me ya strong ear
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[** feat. Wycelf Jean:]
[Trae {*talking} / Wycelf Jean {*sings in background}:]
(Tell them the truth, the truth)*
I had too
You know as I sit here
Just me and this guitar playing
(Tell them the truth, the truth)
I feel the need to spazz out for a minute
[Verse 1:]
I'm on this pen and pad prize so I'm far away
Going to a change but unable to take my scars away
I speak the truth please expected I'm bout to go in
Father forgive me for the storm as I bout to begin
I look at those I thought was friends only shaking my head
Disappointed they ain't stayed real without them being scared
But then I find myself knowing I can't put faith inside of nothing but the homie above
(Nothing but the homie above)
But what's crazy I ain't never ask him for nothing but supporting so they hold me some love
(Supporting so they hold me some love)
People askin whether support for other Houston rappers
I tell em nowhere and truthfully it ain't a factor
It's too the point when I'm around they act like they don't see me
But I'm the streets and everything that cross it gotta see me
Instead of standing for the truth they worried bout getting they records played
Knowing nothing guarantee or make record stays
Was kinda funny niggas know I'm getting fucked over
But they act like they don't see nothing so quit to roll the fuck over
97.9 feel I should be banned for life
But I'm a fighter for my city I'm a stand for life
This is my land for life this Houston till the death of Trae
I still remain a fighter place for those who left away
They say the music that I'm make is getting people killed
How the fuck is that my music showing what was real
[Hook x2: Wycelf Jean]
The radio won't play this
They call it rebel music
How can you abuse it?
Children are mosaic
[Verse 2: Trae]
I'm in the community daily just to feel they pain
And show em when they under pressure how to fight the rain
And if I'm guilty for that then fuck it I deserve it
Tell em goin and shoot the ceilings tell me I'm a servant
Bad for radio because the power of my words
They hope that one day they see me fly away like the birds
They wanna do me like they did the cracker nuts and Brandy
But you can't fire me from Houston see they understand me
I told em with or without the lawsuit I'm here to fight
I ain't goin fall for anything I'm here for what was right
My music still gonna be filled after I'm long away
That probly why so many might just throw this song away
[Hook x4: Wycelf Jean]
The radio won't play this
They call it rebel music
How can you abuse it?
Children are mosaic
Tell them the truth, the truth
Tell them the truth, the truth
(Trae)
Over the years, it's been a cycle that I'm glad that it was
Cause all my niggaz I was down with, kept it real with the love
Before I go, I gotta say what's on my mind
If it wasn't for a lot of y'all, I'd prolly lose my mind
I look back when it started, and how it ended up to be
I'm feeling Pac, you ain't never had a friend like me
But then again, I ain't never had a friend like y'all
So I'ma ride or die for life, no matter what time or the cause
And even though my brother gone, I still got a couple mo'
That I live and represent fo', even though it never show
Like my older brother Robert, and my brother Dub G
I had to let you know what you mean to me, 'fore I rest in peace
And I ain't saying I'ma die and all that, but I feel like my time coming
If I got it and you want it, you never gon want for nothing
To my lil' brother Mikey, I know I be gone a lot
But look here bro, I'm a rider and ain't no way I can stop
Just know that if you need me, I ain't hard to find
And to my brother Jay'Ton, you the next up in line
And everyone of us unique, so you'll get blessed with the shine
And thanks to ma, me you and Dinkie been raw with the rhyme
(Hook)
If it's time for me to go, I know my family need to know how I feel
I dedicate, this motherfucker to you
I never told you face to face, but I appreciate you keeping it real
I dedicate, this motherfucker to you
Through all the drama that I see, y'all be the only ones that's keeping me strong
I dedicate, this motherfucker to you
I'm in a zone fighting tears through the night, that's why I wrote you this song
I dedicate, this motherfucker to you
(Trae)
A lot of niggaz in the game played it shife, so it was hard for me to tell
Which one of my niggaz'd catch me, if I fell
To the best of my knowledge, I got some niggaz that'll ride for the house
And fuck the world, if they want it we gon ride for the house
Like BJ, K, Shep and Chris and lil' bad ass Bam
Shock T and Raw C, and all the SK fam'
Yeah 311 on lock, but he gon be home in a minute
And on the Blood's that he repping, it's gon be on in a minute
M-Bleek, T-Skimmins, Rick gave him a seel
I appreciate you, keeping it real
Dubs up, and ain't nobody have to take me under they wing
When they supported me, for doing my thing
Real recognize real, around here
Cause don't too many niggaz, keep it real around here
I had a few niggaz, that I met up in the game who embraced the guerilla
Told me keep my head high, and keep on chasing that scrilla
D-Bo, they say we ain't like we use to be
We came up from the jump, so folk we back like we use to be
Way before, 'an one of these niggaz even knew our name
And we was broke, with dirty jeans in the game
Don Juan you already know my nigga, it's whatever you need
And on my life, it go the same for your seed
And even to my niggaz locked up and gone, but they hoping they missed
I'ma rep it for you, just like this
All the way to Chow-How, we gon bang the cell
Fuck the C.O. for y'all, we gon bring them hoes hell
I really gotta put my heart out, to the family of Screw
Pat, Mafio and Gator and the rest of the crew
Can't forget about Duke, Big Mello and the kids that died
Without a warning, it's for you I'ma ride
And everything a nigga say 'cross this track, is the truth being said
Without my people, I would rather be dead
(Hook)
(Trae)
Nothing ever lasts forever, they said it could but I know that it ain't
I feel its time, for me to say what I think
So to my old man Frasier, fuck the pride you my nigga for life
Without you and Debra Hughes, I know I wouldn't of been right
Without Beverly and my auntie, and the rest of my cousins
I had to let the world know, that I love em
To my motherfucking roll dogs, Boss and Ro
Even if we wasn't kin, you know the love would show
I know these motherfuckers, wanna see me losing my mind
But now I'm laughing at these motherfuckers, hating our shine
We got our weight up, Frost and Lil' B, Rock and Lil' T
Doug send me or nothing, frighten Louis and Grey D
Mario, and the rest of my people that's down to ride
For Brisha, all the way back into the Southside
T.O. you mean a lot, because you gave me my son
Just know I'm down, when it's all said and done
I know it's still a few niggaz, that I ain't get to mention
Dog I ain't gon play myself, you know I'm peeping the tension
Anyways, I guess I'm back to the subject at hand
I'm still S.U.C., so I'ma ride for it man
And to my niggaz who I use to hit the streets with, except for a few
I dedicate, this motherfucker to you
And to my people who I ever gave faith, helping to make it on through
I dedicate, this motherfucker to you
(Hook)
[Chorus: Lil' Keke]
How ya like me now - cause I'm real
How ya like me - How ya like me now - cause I'm real
How ya like me - How ya like me now - cause I'm real
How ya like me - How ya like me now - cause I'm real
How ya like me - How ya like me now - cause I'm real
How ya like me - How ya like me now - cause I'm real
How ya like me - How ya like me now - cause I'm real
How ya like me - How ya like me now - cause I'm real
How ya like me
[Verse 1: Trae]
R.I.P to H.A.W.K., so I swang a bumpa grill
Made it out the hood, but I'm in the hood still
Leather so soft, yeah I like the way it feel
Hoppin out fresh like I signed a million dollar deal
Yeah I'm the truth - 84's sittin on the truck
Haters on my nuts, while I'm ridin with a Cuban slut
Or I can do the drop, trunk up - fifth ain't
Doors hoppin fly, while I'm sittin on some sick paint
Customized off Johhny yo shit ain't
Doors in the air, actin like my shit don't stank
I'm the King of the streets so I'm top rank
Bitch I'm from the West and I can roam where ya block ain't
I walk nice so my whip stay shoe'd up
Beatin so hard it'll make ya throw ya food up
A.B.N still red, black, or blue'd up
And we don't wanna hear it - if it never been Screwed Up
[Chorus: Lil' Keke]
[Verse 2: Big Pokey]
Me I'm all about the cash, cause I love grindin
Labels want me to cut 'em something, like a blood diamond
Two stacks in my hand at the club climbin
Popped the band, made it rain - now the club drownin
Use to drop niggas, now I let the snub down him
Leave 'em in the parkin lot and let the club find him
75 corners in the bezzell, yeah the bulb blindin
Diamonds the size of dice, cause I love shinin
They mad at me 'cause I'm livin the life
Paper'd up, taper'd up - in this linen - and - ice
Hot like the dice, make a chick look twice
It cost to floss dogg I done paid that price
Money come, money go - point scene money gone
52 out the door now a nigga money long
Niggas know the deal - stop, drop, and roll
Niggas know the fuckin dreal, you know who it is
(feat. Boss)
[talking:]
Mr. Rogers huh, fuck em up this time around homie
Hard on these motherfucking tracks, let's get on em huh
[Hook: x4]
Sitting on white bricks, wrapped in duct tape
Thirty minutes flat, I could bake a whole cake
[Trae:]
Still sitting on the white bricks, while they wrapped up in duct tape
In the do' panel of the rental car, finna slide the Interstate
I'm grinding and I heard that it was a drought, and the FED's was on they way to sweep
Even if they was, Tuesday and Thursday ain't part of my week
But dig this here homie, I'm only out here trying to get it
Every couple of months, I'm trying to stack another ticket
Quit it then I move around, so these niggaz don't know my bidness
Give my brother K my sister P, the work until the finish
Plus I got Columbian connects, to fuck a nigga price off
And they know it's real, fuck with me and they gon fuck your life off
Never seen the Federal Pen, and I don't plan on getting by one
Material witness come, I load the talons and I fly one
I holla at the Snowman, when I feel it need to snow
And if it pump we gon jump to the mood, and work it then resco'
For trappers that's all they know, and we gon shine it when the time is right
Duck off in the day and move at night, cause you know we still
[Hook x4]
[Boss:]
Still sitting on white bricks, in the hood
I ain't no motherfucking fool, I wish these bitch niggaz would
Got birds strapped under the hood of my low-low, middle finger pointed up for the po-po
Got that pistol grip pump in my lap, riding out on the solo
Got a call for three 9's, but I don't sell no pistols
I'm in distribution for selling soft sacks, with them crystals
Cocainia hit em like missles, when they snort that first line or two
Take over the whole neighborhood, is what I'm trying to do
So I don't do no cutting, when it comes to this work
When trouble come the pump'll start barking, but it won't chirp
But I been waiting for one of you niggaz, to get out of line
I'ma start hitting niggaz, up in the line one at a time
With that H.G.C. like, Lil' Boss up in his G Nike's
Under the street lights, trying to get rid of the rest of this whizzite
All it take is one whistle, and the homies is coming
I strapped all them niggaz up, so when they get hit ain't cutting cause I been
[talking]
This one here for the ghetto
a nigga ain't forgot about y'all
everybody don't see shit the way we see it Knah i'm sayin
shit they don't even feel it the way we do
that's why they don't respect it like that
but I'm here to let them know it's real in the field
[Verse 1: Trae]
I'm from the section of the hood where all the ghetto is pain
and half the block don't even sleep cause they gon' pull a shurrane
most of the shit remain the same and it ain't never gon' change
tryna get it the way you know and keep the feds out of range
alot of shit ends up the worse behind multiple reasons
thought it was hell but know I feel like this is the season
so I bang the whole block today, non stop today
but I'm in all black strapped like the swat today
you never know-so I know I'm watchin everything close
paranoia got me countless droppin anything close
I don't even know the reason shit happen the way it do
if your ghetto the same as mine, I know you feelin like I do
maybe get it, the way I get it-when watchin ya homies die
and it ain't nothin you can do but just talk to e'm while you cry
and ask why he had to leave and move into another place
then you stop and think about it cause he in a better place and it's fucked up!
[Hook: Shyna]
Everyday that I see-I pray to God that I breathe
everywhere I go, my ghetto is-my ghetto is pain
everyday that I try-I pray to God to get by
everywhere I go, my ghetto is-my ghetto is pain
[Verse 2: Trae]
I was always taught to watch my surroundings when up on the block
glock cocked when I played the field, while niggaz pitchin e'm rocks
cops posted up in the jail house waitin for e'm to strike
but these bitches gon' have to catch us tonight
my lil'homie 'round the corner just got caught up for ten
the bad part is if he get free, he'll be at it again
I always told myself that if I made it in rap I'd come back for the hood
but I forgot these niggaz up to no good
how the fuck I'm a help somebody, who ain't helpin they self
and at the same time wanna do you when they think you got wealth
Lord knows we up in the ghetto for most of our life
but I played it smart and got on my hustle for the rest of my life
and I don't need to shine so I take my time like snails
cause ain't no feature finna be rappin from jail if you can't tell
I'm straight out of the section where ya partners will get ya
but would rather put this in the air, you better hope they don't hit ya-in the
street life
[Hook]
[Intro]
I’d like to dedicate this right here (Yea, this right here)
To all my women that going through a struggle
You know I came up to stay
I ain’t immune to the type of pain you’ve been exposed to
So this one right here
I’mma represent for each and one of y’all who have cancer
Yea, let’s go to my single mothers
Raising the house for the kids (no daddies)
Even the ones who’ve been beat up and abused
Break and left for loss
You know? Even the babies out here havin’ babies
I understand this a part of reality
Even my women don’t lie
All for protecting their set
[Verse 1]
He said he’d never touch you again
He left you prayin’ for the lord to get richer
A thousand tears leaving your face for every time that he hits her
Still so far from happy days but nowhere close to a smile
Try my good what affected you this shit in front of your child
Everything inside your heart telling you pack up and go
But the hardest thing out your life is tryna walk out that door
Cuz once you leave you know it ain’t no turning back, you gotta move
Don’t worry ‘bout the stressing because you know that you strong
Go sit to a queen therefore you kind now put that shoe on
And walk in it with pride for all the pain and hurt that you saw
Come on! Past situations got you with your head lower
Looking at the girl in the mirror you swear you don’t know ‘er
They strugglin’ makes a woman at a faster rate
Even if she spiritually damaged it make her spirit great
Give me a chance, a real nigga step into the place
Set shine to whole before it’s too late
[Hook]
Baby girl dry your eyes, you gotta try to keep it together
They told me pain don’t last forever
Instead of raining tears away they think you gotta pray to get better
The sun gon shine on you no matter the weather
It ain’t a day to come that I don’t wanna see you smile
I know you on a road that won’t be endin’ for a while
I’mma hally at the homie at above for ya on your head
Real niggas got love for ya
[Verse 2]
I know you goin’ through it for real
So words can’t express how I feel
Each and every one of your struggles makes you one in a mill
I know it’s hard bein’ alone raising a house full of kids
And every day you do your best to try to handle your bizz
Not knowin’ how you gon survive so you turn to strippin’ or drugs
Couple pills to compensate in the place of lookin’ for love
It don’t matter where you been, you just need to know where you
goin’
You wearin’ your body red, I’m tellin’ ya cuz it’s
showin’
Everybody get a second chance plus it ain’t no room to be a victim of
a circustance
You’re something special, Jesus put you here to handle pressure
He’d make that, listen, if you think you’re slippin’ He
won’t let ya
And do the babies even know that weak ass daddies love ‘em? They steal
the blisten
They angels in disguise that’s why I ride without a question
If you ever catch a person tryna treat you like trash
Halla at me, I’d come kick their ass
[Hook]
Baby girl dry your eyes, you gotta try to keep it together
They told me pain don’t last forever
Instead of raining tears away they think you gotta pray to get better
The sun gon shine on you no matter the weather
It ain’t a day to come that I don’t wanna see you smile
I know you on a road that won’t be endin’ for a while
I’mma hally at the homie at above for ya on your head
Real niggas got love for ya
[Verse 3]
Ain’t no way to take back a life full of drama
Speaking for the streets, I must apologize
Don’t think you’re alone, I lost 2 sisters to a homicide
This my testimony to let you know how much you mean
You can be whatever you dream
You gotta know that you’re better than this so stop with the lies
You say it’s all good, I can see the doubt in your eyes
I know you’re fightin’ for your life so why you actin’
surprised?
You gotta wake up ‘fore you end up somewhere hospitalized
And I don’t wanna see it
I know the rain is so familiar, step inside, take a seat
Let it out until they feel your son is on the way
And through the faith you bound to see the better days
That there’s enough to get you move like in so many ways
That’s why I dedicate this song for the life that you been through
And every obstacle in life that you might just run into
You made too many, who can fill up your space?
So you deserve to put a smile on your face
Come on
[Hook]
Baby girl dry your eyes, you gotta try to keep it together
They told me pain don’t last forever
Instead of raining tears away they think you gotta pray to get better
The sun gon shine on you no matter the weather
It ain’t a day to come that I don’t wanna see you smile
I know you on a road that won’t be endin’ for a while
I’mma hally at the homie at above for ya on your head
[Chorus: MDMA]
Is it a lie? So you're not the one to blame
Or do you hide so you don't have to face tha pain?
Can you explain how you've come to change
Cause I just don't get it... Noo-oo
[Talking: Trae]
I don't get it
Damn
It's crazy how the ones you look out for so quick to swith up on you
[Verse 1: Trae]
I never thought that I be filing like Gengo & get the best of me
I swear the only one I love be the pepole who testin me
I still can't figure where everything went wrong
They said they got my back, but now I understand that shit gone
Instead of standing up for what you did, you let me fight pain
And it was him or me never once that I complained
I just took it and smile, somewhere off in the rain
Knowin you wish I get the worst shit, I remain the same
You say I'm trippin, but the one we need to blame is you
Through everthing the only thang that change is you
Realizing that you ain't gon get it together
It's all far gone, it ain't no way to get better
[Chorus: MDMA]
Is it a lie? So you're not the one to blame
Or do you hide so you don't have to face tha pain?
Can you explain how you've come to change
Cause I just don't get it... Noo-oo
[Verse 2: Trae]
Sometimes I question my self, asking what I did
I always thought I kept it without and what the fuck I did
I just keepin it real and tell your he truth is what made you
Run off and hide away and relocate to something new
They tell me time'll make hard I feel as rough as hell
I ain't shed a tears in a minute I ain't fill of not I wish you well
Your loyalty went out the windowl like a piece of trash
I probly'll never see it again (I probly'll never see it again)
Your ways are something like the wind, you're invisible for me
But at the same time how you rock is so visible to me
They told me misery loves company and that might be
And if it's true that ain't for me
[Chorus: MDMA]
Is it a lie? So you're not the one to blame
Or do you hide so you don't have to face tha pain?
Can you explain how you've come to change
Cause I just don't get it... Noo-oo
[Verse 3: Trae]
Take a look in a mirror and tell me what you see
Am I really trippin is evertyhing becasue of me
Or is the reality of it something you deny it
And everything you did you never done I just sit and to lie
Common you and I both know what I stand fo'
I look to you for help, but you reached out to let my hand go
It's all good you don't owe me nothing, bet that
Every table gon turn and that's the day you gon regret that
I know to strugle like the street that I'm roamin alone
Alone is how I get mi peace and now it's my home
The shake of a hand, the only thing I can give you
I'm a live up to the lord to forgive you
[Chorus x2: MDMA]
Is it a lie? So you're not the one to blame
Or do you hide so you don't have to face tha pain?
Can you explain how you've come to change
Featuring R Kelly
[Hook x4]
Gettin’ sick of this shit (gettin’ sick of this shit)
Gettin’ sick of this shit (gettin’ sick of this shit)
But I’m not gonna quit (I’m not gonna quit)
I’ve come too far (I’ve come too far)
[Intro]
Forgive me Lord for any sins I’ve been committing in the past
Or any sins I may commit in the near future
Did I do a X1-3?
Praise your name and I thank You
Give me the strength
Let me tell them my truth
[Verse 1]
It’s a new year but drama got me stressing again
So I’m feelin’ like I’m barely losing my glisten again
Say a prayer, then I load my slick and miss it again
It ain’t no tellin’ when these niggas gon be flexin’ again
From all the mist that I was in they said I’d end up in the grave
I would end up in 8 buck tent for the rest of my days
If they at me, runnin’ the ghetto is where I stay
Real nigga, find me up in the gutter, that’s where I sleep
See the acoustic is to have me feelin’ I’m out of time
And I might tell you something wrong but I’d tell you ain’t
nothing fine
If I was anybody else but The Truth I’d probly be cryin’
Yea the talent of the paper , if I found out he wouldn’t mind
Man I look like I’mma make it but fuck it I’m gonna be
tryin’
Niggas say I’m out of line but I say I’m out of my mind
Niggas betrayed or be dyin’, but I give it to you – they
lyin’
Watchin’ niggas come around and hopin’ not givin’ them shine
I’m gettin’ sick of this shit
[Hook x2]
Gettin’ sick of this shit (gettin’ sick of this shit)
Gettin’ sick of this shit (gettin’ sick of this shit)
But I’m not gonna quit (I’m not gonna quit)
I’ve come too far (I’ve come too far)
[Verse 2]
Every time I look around I’m seeing shit more worse
I ain’t heaven or blessed to look at, I just got cursed
I go to trippin’ when I think that I’ll be put in a hearse
Then I wonder why didn’t they come and get the fake niggas first
The way I’m feelin’ got me lookin’ for a permanent nurse
That’s why I put Maggie Priscilla what I feel in a verse
Everything I did was real, I ain’t never had to rehearse
So tell them niggas who is or get the fuck off my turf
Yella my bang, so go and get a seat and relax
ABN GANG, I’m ‘bout to pull up in packs
And I f I tell you I’m the realest I’m just statin’ a fact
I guarantee I got the reality from bitches and rest
The Truth is here, them other think you niggas is gone
You may just lost it, wonderin’ like the signal on my phone
Standin’ alone, you pussy niggas know what I’m on
I make the first nigga who’s talkin’ reevaluate his tone
I’m gettin’ sick of this shit
[Hook x2]
Gettin’ sick of this shit (gettin’ sick of this shit)
Gettin’ sick of this shit (gettin’ sick of this shit)
But I’m not gonna quit (I’m not gonna quit)
I’ve come too far (I’ve come too far)
[Verse 3]
Take a look at the niggas I thought I was cool with
2000 and 20, niggas you be on that new shit
The feel like I offs in but I don’t owe niggas nothin’ but never
Think it’s like fuckin’ my bitch, they won’t do shit
I get out of my shoes, I’ll introduce you the whole time
Dissin’ when I speak, I’ll introduce you the whole rhyme
Thinkin’ about people around me that got took away
I’m a thousand miles already and I won’t stop ‘til I fall
down
Pressure, probly just enough to make you lose it
Cuz the reel in my seat, praying I don’t have to use it
Only fear God, nothing else and don’t confuse it
Loyalty ain’t the same, fuck niggas gon abuse this
Sick of their lies, sick of their crimes, sick of this pain
Sick of this rain, how fake are these niggas speakin’ my name?
Shit ain’t the same, been that way since I got bigger with fame
I’mma hold my head high and never hold it in shame
Bitch, I’m sick of this shit
[Hook x4]
Gettin’ sick of this shit (gettin’ sick of this shit)
Gettin’ sick of this shit (gettin’ sick of this shit)
But I’m not gonna quit (I’m not gonna quit)
[Russell Lee]
Oooh-ooooooh, gots to do my thang
Oh-ooooh
[Trae]
It's been a long time coming, but I finally made it
Took the top off of the drop, then I finally sprayed it
They never thought I would be paid, but look at me now
I spit game, with a million dollar mouthpiece to lay it down
The representer from Texas, and known to get fly
They don't wanna see me crack a smile, cause my diamonds'll shine em down
And I know you heard of us, when I be Slow Loud And Bangin'
Corner to corner swanging all on the block, where the gangstas hanging
I gotta keep on thugging, blocks I'm hugging
Hatas I'm slugging, them boppers they getting no loving
Chrome I'm dubbing, Perellis be gliding and Southern
Lips be bumping, but they ain't gon never be loving
And just to keep it real with you, they prolly wanna see me fall
But I ain't and they can't stop me, so now they gon watch me ball
And grind forever and ever, cause money gon be made
And as long as I'm in this game, is as long as I'm getting paid
[Hook]
Maintaining, doing my thang
Staying on my grind, trying to get my change
See I gotta get mine, cause I can't get broke
And that's all I know
Maintaining, doing my thang
Swanging in a slab, gripping on wood grain
That's just the life that I chose
Don't worry bout mine, nigga get your's
[Trae]
I be in a state in your face, gliding a S-L-A-B
STS with nothing but T-I-N-T, reputation of a P-I-M-P
These hoes be hating, but never the less on my jock
Devastated by the knock I got, in a trunk with a fallen top
I'm a playa, nominated for G of the Year
With rocks in my ear, wood grain inside my hand when I steer
Reminiscing back in the day, when I was broke
But now I glide up the block, and turn heads till they neck look broke
Lil' Trae the same cat, they use to laugh at
Never thought that I would have to tell these hoes, to back back
Life is a trip, but then again I was destined to shine
24/7 everyday, I was motivated to grind
For better thangs, addicted to getting change
And now they be screaming my name, and saying I'm wrecking mayn
A Maab type dude from the guerillas on top, and hogging the lane
Dubs up to them hatas, watching me doing my thang
[Hook]
[Trae]
The Most Valuable Playa, block bender Trae up in a slab
If it's tinted I'm in it, tipping and turning banging the Ave.
Picture me rolling a hundred miles per hour, to get away
To a low key la casa, where no drama can get my way
I'm in another zone, living it happy for a change
And since I'm stacking my change, I guess I just can't complain
I still remain to be the same cat, from day one
Cool to the motherfucker, but shining bright like the sun
A Guerilla legend, that's made of a Houston Texan
Balling to the top, and keeping it real without a question it ain't no doubt
In my mind, I grind mine and shine and shine mine
And grind, and people losing they mind and that's how it be
When you a G, I can't help it but to be playa
My living is not a joke, I'm forever after my paper
All I ever wanted was dough, and that's all I know
From here on out until I go, I'ma get it and that's fa sho
[Hook x2]
[Russell Lee]
Maintain, doing my thang
Maintain, doing my thang
Ooooooh-ooooh
[** feat. Lupe Fiasco:]
[Hook:]
Ain't no sense to bitch about it*
Cause you all know what's gone wrong.
Late at night, when you're in your bed,
The Bad Don't Seem So Wrong.
[Verse 1: ~Lupe Fiasco~]
Tryin' to justify the violence, reconcile in silence.
Dress it up in fancy clothes. Wash it down with diamonds.
Drown it out with music. Act like they don't apply to you,
Look how wobbly the rules is. You probly could improve if/
You was in charge, maybe runnin' thangs
(If) You was involved things would be different.
Maybe you could make a difference
Or probly not and things would stay the same
And you go to sleep at night
Knowin things will never change
Wake up in the mornin and you feelin kinda strange.
Don't remember last night, so you back at it again.
Turn back up your music. Put back on your chains.
Fasten on your watch and slide on all your rings.
Put back on your glasses that block out all the pain.
Hit yo niggas on the phone, and tell em that it's on.
Tell em that it's on.
[Hook:]
Ain't no sense to bitch about it
Cause you all know what's gone wrong.
Late at night, when you're in your bed,
The Bad Don't Seem So Wrong.
[Verse 2: Trae the Truth]
Destined to be a winner. Tryin to pick up where the rest lose.
Prayin to the Father, tryin' to figure out your next move.
Pain across your face and still you wear it like your best shoes.
But yet, you no accept it, cause it just might be your best news.
Nothin taken for granted, still you searchin for an answer.
Your fightin to be sane, your momma fightin with cancer.
Father ain't around, so now you gotta be the man, now.
Tomorrow ain't ever promised so you gotta take a stand now.
Hard times seem to be the only thing you understand.
Fuck seein a mil, you tryin to make it to a couple grand.
Even with a couple grand, you gotta try to make it last.
You ridin for the fam knowin the Devil tryin' to make ya crash.
You gotta hold on, homie if you only knew.
Never quit, knowin somebody doin' worse than you.
[Hook:]
Ain't no sense to bitch about it
Cause you all know what's gone wrong.
Late at night, when you're in your bed,
The Bad Don't Seem So Wrong.
[Verse 3: Trae The Truth]
You on the only road to give up. Strugglin where you're heart at.
Though death is where you end up, they tell me that's where we start at.
Either way, you gon make em remember you
Just pray you don't get stuck in homicide for that interview.
You ended up in tears when all you wanted was a smile.
(All the while) Lookin for hope you end up losin as a child.
Realizin nothin helps to take the the pain away.
Cause if it was somethin that numb away the feelinm
You'd pray to God to situate a day.
It's hard to keep it. Stand up. You're leanin on your last leg.
The pressure tryin' to weigh in. You just ran out your last bread.
Window of opportunity feelin like it just shut more.
They tell you to be thankful. Your response for em is "what for? "
It seem like everybody else in a better position.
Only thing else left to do is open up your ears and listen.
[Hook: x3]
Ain't no sense to bitch about it
Cause you all know what's gone wrong.
Late at night, when you're in your bed,
[Talking: Trae]
I ain't letting shit go
I mean who the hell give these people the right to tell me who I should stand up for?
Goin tell me I represent for those people
Who the fuck is those people?
What'chu talkin' bout the slumps, the gutta
Look I ain't you
I ain't goin never turn my back
[Hook: samples "Krazy" by Tupac]
Last year was a hard one, but life goes on
Hold my head against the wall learning right from wrong
They say my-me for the outcome, ban my records
Check it, don't have to bump this but please respect it
I took a-me for the outcome, ban my records
Check it, don't have to bump this but please respect it
I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us
Turned into a plus, now they stuck living blinded
[Verse 1:]
My last year was the worst but my life goes on
I been balance most of my life I feel like something is wrong
I know this goin be okay soon as I weather this storm
And make a call up there of God I hope he answer his phone
They say my music for the less fortunate people in the bad place
What about all the victims and children with a sad case
I'm they big homie and I won't turn my back for none of y'all
Ever try to hurt or maybe hell on everyone of y'all
Maybe that's why they out here banning my records
Check it, ain't gotta like tha Truth but please respect it
I'm on that Pac shit, even if I fall I try to do my best
Tell em I was focus on the slumps I couldn't see the rest
Within the process I seen alot wishing me harm
Knowing the truth need the only thang keeping me calm
And even know I know that hateful shit ain't bad to me
I had to make myself a sacrifice so people can see
[Hook: samples "Krazy" by Tupac]
Last year was a hard one, but life goes on (life goes on)
Hold my head against the wall learning right from wrong (learning right from wrong)
They say my-me for the outcome, ban my records (they ban my records)
Check it, don't have to bump this but please respect it (homie please respect it)
I took a-me for the outcome, ban my records (they ban my records)
Check it, don't have to bump this but please respect it (homie please respect it)
I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us (cheeah)
Turned into a plus, now they stuck living blinded
[Verse 2:]
All this time in the drain got me losing my cool
Instead of teaming with the fake I choose to move with this tool
I keep it for my protection knowing nothing is real
So either streets or with this rapping they got something to feel
All I did was gave my life to em for what it is nothing else
I shall they knew that wouldn't understand knowing they something else
They try to count me out, take away from me and mine
Yeah the road is low but I know one thang I'm goin be a shine
If God is my shield no weapon shall prosper the solider
I am the truth and you can bred it was there if I told ya
I'm standing strong I ain't goin be the one they pushing over
I'm frowning now but I'll be smiling for they say it's over
It's me against the world homie that's no lie
Sunny days never chill they only roll by
They want my thoughts so I'm a load up and give it to em
I stamp it box it up and then send it too em
[Hook x2: samples "Krazy" by Tupac]
Last year was a hard one, but life goes on (life goes on)
Hold my head against the wall learning right from wrong (learning right from wrong)
They say my-me for the outcome, ban my records (they ban my records)
Check it, don't have to bump this but please respect it (homie please respect it)
I took a-me for the outcome, ban my records (they ban my records)
Check it, don't have to bump this but please respect it (homie please respect it)
I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us (cheeah)
[Trae:]
(It's all I Know) chea
Say give me that pistol my nigga
(Gotta get it)
It's all I Know...
Mother fuckers always talking bout what they should of did,
Or what they would of done in a situation...
(Fuck what they talking Bout)...
Look you don't know what the fuck a nigga been through out here...
[Verse 1: Messy Marv]
Look Donnie I'm from a place we will fuck you up...
In chase you down, the silva Roam nigga the lone town...
Late night around this mutha fucka I ain't blew
No big backyards, no swimming pools...
Just coke white t's man and dope money...
We introduce the system trying take my life from me...
I left my baby mama for another bitch,
Young nigga trying creep on a another lick...
Them white boys jump out on a nigga quick
Had to throw away a gun in another clip...
They want me to go to church, but I'm not a saint...
Ya homey a hypocryte, this what a nigga ain't...
I squeeze triggers man them bullets fly...
Right After that muther fuckers call homocide...
If you don't put in work your stomach growl...
Then they take you to trial, nigga you don't know what I been through
[Verse 2: Trae]
I tell em times hard, the pain is even harder,
I used to pray for help but now I don't even bother...
They tell me life a bitch.and I ain't got a chance,
Now I'm in all black pistol in back my pants...
Before it's over, know somebody gunna have to come get me.
And if I go some one gunna have to come with me...
I struggled all my life this here ain't nothing new,
And fuck switching it up nigga who the fuck is you...
Thugging for plenny days, thugging for plenny nights,
With this shit in my trunk, dodgeing them colored lights...
They say my life is dark, my future was never bright,
Some people say I'm wrong, I tell'em ain't nothing right...
I barely sleep when I do it's somewhere locked away...
It ain't for long, I'm trafficing these blocks about a block away...
Haters trying block this chopper, cocked they ain't gunna block today...
Many blocks I got come up short they gunna get rocked away...
My brother doing life, I told him I'd be coming for him...
If my ass don't make it through this trip tell em it wasent for him...
If I end up back on my ass everybody is dinner...
You let me eat you get to live everybodys a winner...
I'm in the bottom where devil even scared to come...
And little homies keep artillery equipped with drums...
Chea, all I know is I'm a make it bitch.
They say this shit is for the taking, I'm take it bitch...
[Bridge/Hook: Trae]
I tell em times hard, the pain is even harder,
I used to pray for help but now I don't even bother...
They tell me life a bitch.and I ain't got a chance,
Now I'm in all black pistol in back my pants...
Before it's over, know someone gunna have to come get me.
And know if I go some one gunna have to come with me...
I struggled all my life this here ain't nothing new,
And fuck switching it up nigga who the fuck is you...
(And fuck switching it up nigga who the fuck is you) [x2]
I tell em times hard, the pain is even harder,
I used to pray for help but now I don't even bother...
They tell me life a bitch.and I ain't got a chance,
Now I'm in all black pistol in back my pants...
Before it's over, know someone gunna have to come get me.
And know if I go some one gunna have to come with me...
I struggled all my life this here ain't nothing new,
