[50 Cent]
It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right.
It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right.
Everybody know that
[Verse 1]
Doin good in front of niggas in the hood cause problems
Tre, trade pounds and (?)
I hate when hoes get on some loudmouth shit
Your man gangsta? Me too
Go on and get em bitch
I just bought new toast to spit
Next nigga gettin gully gettin laid out quick
Where ever rich touchin niggas is gettin hurt
Cause a broke nigga always down to put it in work
Don't run up on me, I don't know you nigga
So what you bought my cd, I don't owe you nigga
I know you love the way the goutti beat bump
Got you license plate rounds and all over your trunk
Don't confuse these trucks with my style dog
I'm from Queens but I'm mother fuckin B.K. hard
I sound like I move bricks uptown
More like a thug from the Bronx who stay with a 4 pound
Shook nigga (shook nigga, shook nigga)
I'm a Guiness Book nigga
[Chorus 2x]
We don't play that pussy shit round here
You can get your fuckin wig split down here
Don't rep where you come from too much around here
You can get your fuckin cap filt
[Verse 2]
If I can't get my gun in the club, why whould I come in the club
So them niggas I done stuck up could cut me he fuck up, nah
I'm outside to jump off in a benz jeep
4 deep strapped with all kinds of heat
Niggas think they want beef
They don't want beef
They find from somebody that love playin in the street
When you rap, keep it gangsta dog it's all good
Just don't go coppin that shyt in the wrong hood
But I'm from the young boy, come and try ya nigga
Shell will make ya feel like your on fire nigga
If you thinkin we thristy cuz, we right
We lookin at your watch and chain like that's a S-type
Murder sayin don't play 50 in the club
Last time it came nigga tore the shyt up (what)
I don't where you from and I don't care
But nigga we don't play that pussy shit round here
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3]
(Spanish talkin)
No ingles, No ingles, mother fuckers will shoot ya
The Latin Kings don't like me, I don't care
We don't talk that mida mida bullshit round here
Man, I done so much dirt in the hood
Niggas heard I got shot they was all sayin good (do it for em)
Fuck ya'll, ya aint got to like me
I'm gettin knocked,ya'll nigga aint got to like me
I'm on the same bullshit I been on
It's the same bullshit ya niggas need to get on
Ya shit sound too commercial
Come cruisin through the hood mother fuckers will hurt ya
You shouldn't them flash jewels
Cause niggas will run up on ya if thats true
They want your money, the watch, and you tenis shos
I aint gotta tell ya not to move
Ya know the rules
It ain't safe to leave the house
Fuck around 'round here
These niggaz quick to air ya out
and lay ya down 'round here
You run your mouth niggaz will put ya
in the ground 'round here
One-time don't even fuck around and come 'round here
M.L. and 21st, where niggaz worse
Quick to put one in ya first
Before they search your pockets get that china
And where they got ya that's where they gon' find ya
They rollin' out there nigga, that's that real shit
Where bein' slick can get you caught up real quick
Hold up homie, don't let this money blind ya
Cause you won't see me standin' right behind ya
Then it's time's up, that's how we talkin' if he come from the Beach
Better watch them niggaz out here if they come from the East
Don't stop if I'm not out somewhere so niggaz can see
Cause they don't give a fuck, you stuck if you ain't with me
My city's a beast..
You can't walk through the Beach unless you walk with a piece
You can't talk to police 'cause most police is like me
They get that cheddar like they want it, take yo' shit in the street
They want that paper out here
Enough to come and take what's on your plate out here
Enough to have somebody take your place out here
Fuckin' around without your strap sound like a bad idea
It ain't safe to leave the house
Fuck around 'round here
These niggaz quick to air ya out
and lay ya down 'round here
You run your mouth niggaz will put ya
in the ground 'round here
One-time don't even fuck around and come 'round here
This L.A. County nigga
If you's a bitch then get yo' ass from 'round here nigga
Before they come put bullets in yo' brain
Cause in the hood ain't nothin' really changed
They tryin' to get that paper just like Uncle Sam
And just like Sam niggaz just don't give a damn
They mission is to leave yo' ass in pain
Cause they don't give a fuck about a thing
It's a cold game, that's how they talkin' if they walk on the West
Better watch yourself without this star protectin' your chest
These niggaz come from nowhere, get to takin' yo' shit
You'll get beat outside the set and then sent home in your stretch
This shit is a mess..
You can't walk in them streets unless you walk with your vest
You can't talk to police 'cause most police ain't gon' stress
They get that cheddar like they want it with they foot in your chest
They want that paper out here
Enough to come and take what's on your plate out here
Enough to have somebody take your place out here
Fuckin' around without your strap sound like a bad idea
It ain't safe to leave the house
Fuck around 'round here
These niggaz quick to air ya out
and lay ya down 'round here
You run your mouth niggaz will put ya
in the ground 'round here
Oh yeah, I know you prolly never known, round here
It get hotter then the body, dont get tha wrong idea (dont get it fucked up)
It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin on chrome down here
Brawls and ballin, ain't all that's goin on round here
Young killaz totin' pistol's like they grown down here ( ay ay)
Them young niggaz similar to King Kong, round here
A pocket full of stones, would get you on down here
So dope boy, keep ya drops like the song round here ( A TOWN)
Hey it ain't safe for the faker walkin home round here
Hey, the hell what we know if you ain't know round here
Say the wrong thing get cha back blown round here ( what what)
cuz gangstas rep they hood by the zone round here (westside shawty)
Get a hole in ya dome, bout ya rims down here
24's make them dubs, look like 10 down here (ha ha)
I'm where it is, and the biz is for us rappers round here
Money, hoes, cars, dro's is all that matters down here ( A yeah chea)
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
Where no one notices the contrast of white on white
And in between the moon and you, angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
Well, I walk in the air between the rain
Through myself and back again
Where? I don't know
Maria says she's dying
Through the door, I hear her crying
Why? I don't know
Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates
Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
And she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
She parks her car outside of my house and
Takes her clothes off, says she's close to understanding Jesus
And she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous
Round here we're carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions but we sacrifice like lambs
Round here she's slipping though my hands
[Incomprehensible] sleeping children better run like the wind
Out of the lightning dream
Mama's little baby better get herself in
Out of the lightning
She says, "It's only in my head"
She says, "Shh, I know it's only in my head"
But the girl on the car in the parking lot
Says, "Man, you should try to take a shot
Can't you see my walls are crumbling?"
Then she looks up at the building
And says she's thinking of jumping
She says she's tired of life
She must be tired of something
Round here she's always on my mind
Round here, hey man, got lots of time
Round here we're never sent to bed early and nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late
I, I can't see nothing, nothing round here
You catch me if I'm falling, you catch me if I'm falling
Will you catch me? 'Cause I'm falling down on you
I said I'm under the gun round here
Oh man, I said I'm under the gun round here
I'm sick and tired of muthafuckaz
Keep on lookin' at me round here all strange and shit
Cause I'm on the corner
Shit they on the corner, they do what they wanna do
Shit I'ma do what the fuck I wanna do
My brother Rick man he was callin' it in 1988
Shit I'ma keep on doin' every damn thang I wanna do man
I-I-I'm, man shit I'ma serve mine round this muthafucka man
I ain't scared of no muthafucka
My name Willie, my name Willie
I don't give a fuck who you is nigga, fuck what you got
I don't give a fuck how you live shawty, fuck who you shot
I don't give a fuck if you had a 30-pack in yo drawz
Come around here tryin' to slang, nigga get jacked for the raw
Yeah I'm clappin' at y'all
Niggaz ain't what they claim to us
Learned the game from us
And try to slang cain from us (Man it was only weed!)
I don't give a fuck if it was weed, heroin, or angel dust
Don't let it happen shawty (Or what man?)
We clappin' ya shawty
We ghetto Sopranos
Us niggaz pack metals in our flanel
And go against what I said, you'll be headlinin' every channel
I got niggaz I done lost here, niggaz in the Fed's
Niggaz who swung out on them dummies that'll pull they guns out
And you wanna sneak and serve round here (Man I ain't sneakin')
I put ya down (Okay) if I catch ya, yeah part of the curb round here
It's blood, sweat, and tears round here
We was all born here, we all'll clown round here
Nigga you ain't from round here (Get the fuck from around here)
Nigga you ain't born round here (Get the fuck from around here)
And you ain't finna serve round here (Get the fuck from around here)
Nigga you ain't blood round here - catch a slug round here
Now who you say you know around here (Get the fuck from around here)
He wasn't even raised round here (Get the fuck from around here)
I ain't never seen yo face round here (Get the fuck from around here)
Man we don't play around here - we shoot AK's around here
What yo name is, tell me what yo name is
Who gave you the okay, you told ya you could slang here
(Man my brotha Rick, remember he used to call it around here)
Who dirty Rick, man that nigga been barred from round here
We ain't honored shit round here
You ain't heard, it's anybody's cut around here
And try to serve, you can lay out on the ground here
Know what I'm sayin'
I'm from the 51st Ward nigga them K's we sprayin'
We bringin' them guns round here
We bringin' them funds round here
You better listen up shawty, it ain't no fun round here
You ain't leavin' round here
With shit stacked from down here
But doctor bills lil' boy you get clapped around here
(Man don't hate on me)
Nigga where the packs of dro
Well I heard you got them blows
Better not come up on my tip servin' nothin'
I'ma get to bustin' at you hoes
You gotta go with the Calico
And a baby .380 for playin' me shady
Get a bullet to the neck not payin' they gravy
I'm crazy, see death in my scummy eyes
Flip a 15 over here, muthafuck if we ?? 25's
You about to get pissed
I'm mad doggin' you like the Grinch
I ain't gon' roll with this
Catch you servin' on this tip, I'ma steal you like you stole Christmas
Leavin' no witness, got plenty tanks
You got fire green and plenty bank
Thinkin' you bout to put some work down here
Did you ask High Beam and Bennie Franks
Them niggaz must have shut you down or somethin'
Heard you was a hoe and whooped for about 34 pounds of somethin'
Buck at you, runnin' this buildin' and tryin' to get yo cash on
I'ma scoop through the tip in a 1300 with a black mask on
Tryin' to set up shop, these shorties on my block will be so glad
Come and buy one sack, I'ma strap, stick dude up for that whole ?
Don't talk no shit, we got dum-dums round here
Get put in trunks around here
My daddy got here on the gravy train
I guess my mama had a real bad start to the game
They went walking and she took his name
Round here
There was dancing in the afternoons those days
Waiting tables, chasing girls with the money he made
It was 1957, and love felt the same, love felt the same
Frightened little girl, she makes a break
Into the arms of... something better
Round here
I hear my mama call in Kingsbury Park
Just me and David and a football that glowed in the dark
Waiting patiently to make my mark
Round here
And I remember my first day at school
And I remember trouble, and thinking I was so cool
I remember it all, like yesterday
Don't you
Every time I try to leave this place
Something inside says, "You can do better"
Round here
So come with me, let me show you where I've lived
I want to put my hands in this earth again
Music fell like rain to the streets
The Specials and The Jam, to The Beat
Even though I think I've seen everything there is to see of this world
I gotta be thankful that this crowded space
Is the place of my birth
When all that I wanted, was to be someone.
Two little Hitlers in an old church hall
Some cheesy covers and those neighbours that banged on the walls
Andy says it's time to show them all
Round here
Please sir, we two have other plans
Please sir you would not understand,
What's going on
Is magical, can't you see
That some of us do more than dream
Every time I try to leave this place
Something inside says, "Keep on keeping, on and on...."
Around here
So come with me, let me show you where I've lived
I want to put my hands in this earth again
Music fell like rain to the streets
The Specials and The Jam, ABC
Even though I think I've seen everything there is to see of this world
I gotta be thankful that this crowded space
Is the place of my birth
My birth,
In this town,
Yes I guess I got to be someone
To be somebody
In the Beautiful city
This place I call home
These streets of London
It's everything I know (everything and everybody)
On the streets of London
I want to thank you
Sue and Jack fell in love 'round here
They been goin' steady now for years
He couldn't afford much of anything
But he worked and bought her a diamond ring
And that's the way we do it 'round here
Chorus
That's the way it is and that's the way its done 'round here
That's the way we live and that's the way we love 'round here
Strong hearts and folded hands
A workin' woman and a workin' man
That's the way it is and that's the way its done 'round here
You and I will fuss and fight 'round here
But after all this time one thing is clear
We get hurt and broken hearted
But we won't give up what we started
That's the way we do it 'round here
Chorus
That's the way it is and that's the way its done 'round here
That's the way we live and that's the way we love 'round here
Strong hearts and folded hands
A workin' woman and a workin' man
That's the way it is and that's the way its done 'round here
That's the way it's done 'round here
That's the way it's done 'round here
Yea that's the way we do it 'round here
This is the place to be this is why I dont have jealously and round here I love ya baby and we are so alike we say things together we are ment, ment for each other!
Round here, I love ya back
Round here, I want ya to
Round and round and round
again...
this is where we are at
its round here...
This is the song I sing and you are my sweet heart and so fine! ya never would treat me bad coz we know each other to well, my friend, actually your more then that! and I am ment for you
Round here, I love ya back
Round here, I want ya to
Round and round and round
again...
this is where we are at
its round here...
You never take things into your hands and leave me out coz your not that kinda guy and I'm the kinda girl that wants the perfect man and round here I found him to be you
Round here, I love ya back
Round here, I want ya to
Round and round and round
again...
this is where we are at
its round here...Round here, I love ya back
Round here, I want ya to
Round and round and round
again...
this is where we are at
[Originally by Counting Crows]
Step out the front door like a ghost
into the fog where no one notices
the contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you
the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
I walk in the air between the rain
through myself and back again
Where? I don't know
Maria says she's dying
through the door I hear her crying
Why? I don't know
Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates
Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
she said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
and she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
she parks her car outside of my house
and, you know
says she's close to understanding Jesus
she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood
yes, she has trouble acting normal when she's nervous
Round here we're carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk, talk just like lions
Oh, but we sacrifice like lambs
Round here she's slipping through my hands
She says "It's only in my head"
She says "I know it's only in my head"
But the girl on the car in the parking lot
says "Man you should try to take a shot
can't you see my walls are crumbling?"
Then she looks up at the building
and she says "I'm thinking of jumping"
She says "I'm sick and tired of life"
Everybody's tired of something
Round here she's always on my mind
Round here we've got lots of time
We never go to bed early
and nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late
I can't see nothing. nothing round here
would you catch if I'm falling
would you kiss me 'cause i'm leaving
would you hold me 'cause i'm lonely without you
I said I'm under the gun around here
I said I'm under the gun around here
[Chorus: Chamillionaire (Paul Wall)]
Guess it's just a hood thing, woodgrain, grippin on the Friday*
My chain lookin like the sun
Swag turned way up, maybe 'cause I'm draped up, stay plush
I don't know where y'all come from
But that's just how we do (that's-that's how we do it 'round here)
That's how we do it 'round here (that's-that's how we do it 'round here)
That's how we do (that's-that's how we do it 'round here)
That's how we do it 'round here (that's-that's-that's-that's-that's how we do it 'round here)
That's how we do
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Knock, knock, who is it? Guess who come to pay a visit?
It's the Mr. Walking Blizzard, with the "here lizard, lizard"
Flyer than a flock of pigeons, the earlobes are vivid
But if you try to test, you'll get smoked like a brisket
Last palace, fast livin, Family Guy like Peter Griffin
And my wallet is stuffed like turkeys at Thanksgiving
I grind hard, my pockets full like Easter Mass
Paper long, my money stretchin like yoga class
"Get Money", yeah that's my task, I'm throwed like a piece of trash
My wrists light up like camera flash while commentators live in the past
But me and Koopa back on our mash from Antoine to Ledbetter
Got more paper than a mail shredder, 'cause 'round here we go getters
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
Chamillitary mayne, who knowin just how I do, so it's time to turn up your tuner
With radio play or not, they talk about me like a rumor (rumor)
And they hope my album will leak on the streets and come sooner (sooner)
I now renounce my throne as the King of Zamunda
Hollywood, not true, been sick, ah-choo
The inventors of the "what it do, " where the Don Kings of the candy blue
We don't really mean to brag but we legends so act like you knew
That we one notch below Pimp and Screw but we (way higher than you)
I'm skatin, no Daytons, with Paul Wall to plate and (plate and)
Ya must've got us mistaken 'cause ain't no play-action fakin (fakin)
Earthquakin, trunk shakin (shakin), the realest in my state and (say what?)
The treat me like I'm God, they be like As-Salamu Alaykum, so vacant
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Paul Wall]
'Round here the grind pays, it's all work and no play
My pockets thick like Deltas and my Sprite's pink like AKA's
Brace yourself, you'll be amazed, all haters can suck on these
Me and Cham back in the game, I'm Reggie Bush, he's Drew Brees
I run the mic and he's so thoed, now all the blogs are quite pleased
'Cause they thought we fell off like dry scalp and bad weave
"Get Ya Mind Correct" please, my wrist cold like winter breeze
'Cause I'm grindin up all night like little kids on Christmas Eve
I keep the stacks on deck like a lawn chair
The wristware give off a glare, so when ya stare, do so with care
'Round here we one hundred but them boys far from it
Everyday I'm in the paper like the comics, how we do it 'round here
Uh (uh) yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Know what it sound like
(It's the Roc nigga)
Heard (uh-huh, uh)
Don't be scared now niggaz
(Round here, round here)
We know you scared now
Marcy House (let's go, Just Blaze)
I let you know, how I do it round here
And I'm out eight in a morn', dawg glock two around here
What chu move around here, and you know I keep my tool around here
My niggaz act a fool around here, yeah
My hood, my set, my strip, my p's, whatever
We down, we real, we bang forever
Put in game down here, make change down here
Cause I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine down here, yeah
And I done made my way, round here
And them hoes know, I twist them like haze round here
Been +M.A.D.E.+ down here, blow hay round here
Ask around, them niggaz know I lay down here
Down here, yeah, and I done aired down there
But the streets was bigger, I pump the lead round here
Round here... and I'm still in my Nike Air's
Yeah, my hat leanin, and I'm livin wit no fears
Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
Yeah, we ridin clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin dro, gettin low round here, yeah
Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We ridin clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin dro, gettin low round here, yeah
It's hot as hell, but it snows down here
You get a box of blow for no mo' then 24 down here
This is the season, for the zoe's round here
If you corner who you know you can get it for the low down here
From - nickels to birds, you can get it flipped and served
For talkin too much, be for certain, them niggaz workin
You can buy it, from the cops down here
You know who sweat it down here, bitch it's so Crip round here
So many bitches out there, snitchin round here
That's why every summer, bitches be missin round here
I roll wit - straight killers, thug niggaz, and drug dealers
And if they ridin wit me, best believe them my niggaz
As for you bitches, forget about it
See the head was tremendous, but this dick - is strickly business
I'll be thuggin forever, see I'ma fighter, not a lover
I'm a hit-and-run-it, cold-blooded, motherfucka
But the hoes, they don't care down here
They be - suckin and fuckin all year down here
They be heavy on the pill, down here
Got mo' than that what the motherfuckin meal down here
Oh yeah, I know you prolly never known, round here
It get hotter then the body, get the wrong idea
It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin on chrome down here
Brawls and ballin, ain't all that's goin on round here
Young killers tote pistols, like they grown down here
Them young niggaz similar to King Kong, round here
A pocket full of stones, would get you on down here
So dope boy, keep ya drops like the song round here
Hey it ain't safe for the faker walkin home round here
Hey, the hell what we know if you ain't know round here
You say the wrong thang, will get ya back blown round here
The gangsta's rep they hood, by the zone round here
Get a hole in ya dome, bout ya rims down here
24's make them dubs, look like 10 down here
I'm where it is, and the biz is for us rappers round here
[Chorus: Brother Ali]
Brother Ali is back in town
Came a long way to make that sound
Break through Earth from hallowed ground
Played with my blood to wear this crown
Brother Ali is back in town
World on my shoulder, weigh me down
Break through Earth from hallowed ground
Played with my blood to wear this crown
[Verse 1: Brother Ali]
Uh, fact about it, I'm a force of nature
Leader of men, boss of my organization
I ain't in to bein ostentatious
I offered the pages that caught a lot of y'all in the Matrix
Soon as I caught a break, I was off to the races
Invaded the remotest possible places
Seen it first hand, yeah it's hard to explain it
I've been around the world, left my heart on them stages
They want your boy, all all on they faces
Hollered out a roar, they holla in amazement
I follow all the greatest, A-list, taste makers
That shaped this and they're all innovators
I'm so firmly grounded in the basics
Yeah, dishonor, get pounded to the pavement
Dealin with the voice of the nameless, faceless
Face it, your participation ain't gonna be painless
I won't debate that I'm sort of a sadist
I use most your faces to sharpen my blade with
Combat takin place, not entertainment
Lives been lost, it's a hostile arrangement
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Brother Ali]
Uh, your eyes never spied where I've been
Low parts where the heights of rhymin
Back alleys where the dice is flyin
Darkness is tryin, the lights are blindin
Sheist environment, the nights are violent
Red beam silent, the siren's cryin
Clean mighty tights or your life survivin
Nights where the roaches or mice might slide in
The highest you can climb is that limelight
And so downin on that mic meant fightin
Braggin rights are all that you rhyme with
Can't stand to see all your pride get sliced in
When the spotlight hit, my shit, y'all just
Bet I'm a stomp this motherfuckin party 'til it's cold and lifeless
Close your eyelids, behold the righteous
It's cold as night gets
[Chorus]
[Outro: MURS - talking]
There was a standoff
And there's like a Russian dude, a old, black pimp dude
Some gangsta black dude, some Armenian dude
Like a motley crew, literally
Like a weirdo but street, angry, grown ass men
Against me and Dibbs and Art and the God Loves Ugly crew
And it's like a line and I walk in between 'em
And I just start goin off
Like Cause, Blood, like mother, fucker
I'm a get on the phone and I'm a make everybody cry
I'm just talkin crazy, I'm mad, this is my hometown
I'm about to call the homies
But you know like the old pimp dude had a piece or somethin
Like a gun or somethin
And it was about to jump off
And then he goes like "oh, ain't you Brother Ali? "
Step out the front door like a ghost
into the fog where no one notices
the contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you
the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
I walk in the air between the rain
through myself and back again
Where? I don't know
Maria says she's dying
through the door I hear her crying
Why? I don't know
Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates
Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
she said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
and she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
she parks her car outside of my house
and, you know
says she's close to understanding Jesus
she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood
yes, she has trouble acting normal when she's nervous
Round here we're carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk, talk just like lions
Oh, but we sacrifice like lambs
Round here she's slipping through my hands
She says "It's only in my head"
She says "I know it's only in my head"
But the girl on the car in the parking lot
says "Man you should try to take a shot
can't you see my walls are crumbling?"
Then she looks up at the building
and sge says "I'm thinking of jumping"
She says "I'm sick and tired of life"
Everybody's tired of something
Round here she's always on my mind
Round here we've got lots of time
We never go to bed early
and nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late
I can't see nothing.. nothing round here
would you catch if I'm falling
would you kiss me 'cause i'm leaving
would you hold me 'cause i'm lonely without you
I said I'm under the gun around here
I said I'm under the gun around here
They washed him up
Put him down
Lost his voice
But he stood his ground
Wrote him off
Forgot him name
But he beat 'em all
And never played their game
CHORUS:
He said - Don't know where you come from
But I ain't scared of a good fight
I don't tuck my tail and run
Don't know where you've been too
I might not say what you want to hear
Unless you want to hear the truth
Hold my head high, face my fears
Say a prayer to the Good Lord
This is how we do it 'round here
This is how we do it 'round here
When times were tough
So was he
Hard to quit
When you still believe
He pushed on
Against the wind
He fell down
But he'd get up again
CHORUS:
He said - Don't know where you come from
But I ain't scared of a good fight
I don't tuck my tail and run
Don't know where you've been too
I might not say what you want to hear
Unless you want to hear the truth
Hold my head high, face my fears
Say a prayer to the Good Lord
This is how we do it 'round here
This is how we do it 'round here
Our will is tried in the dark of the night
You give it up or you give it all
It ain't the size of the dog in the fight
It's the size of the fight in the dog
If there's a truth left to be found
You know you can't keep a good man down
Chorus:
Don't know where you come from
We ain't scared of a good fight
We don't tuck our tails and run
Don't know where you've been to
We might not say what you want to hear
Unless you want to hear the truth
Hold our heads high, face our fears
Say a prayer to the Good Lord
This is how we do it 'round here
This is how we do it 'round here
