These eyes, did I die behind these cold blue eyes? Did I know where to go? This light, eclipsed in a worn disguise did glow even though my cries were
want to be famous But be careful what you wish for I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist They call me Slim Roethlisberger I go bezerker than a fed up post
governin', who would of thought the love would end Like ice cold album, all good things Neva thought we sing the same song that all hood sang Thought it was all wood
to fillin up and we clean as we ride. met up wit my partna now give me a high 5. GIVE ME A HIGH FIVE AYE![8x} Walkin down da hall. posted up da real
If you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9 I got a burner in my lap at all times And a bag of sticky icky green
Dipset and we shutting it down Shouts out to King and Martin holding it down in the low post While I'm on the block grinding tryna hold my post I'm
fallen kingdom *repeat 2x* [killah priest] A full moon glows, light reflects off of my gold Seven men with shields of david on top of they post Soft
hundred mill' ready to spray Swagged out nigga, Bugatti with the paper plates Blowing on some good nigga, feeling good nigga Stunner Island, me and Khaled on the wood
catch him at his home (Master P) The mighty duck said, boy throw them bows Home alone said you better lock them doors (Lil' Romeo) Now big bird was posted
, I'm feelin' faded Hood life, the life of a robber on chrome wires an' switches A nigga wit mo' crimes to riches A ghetto jump start Post it up with
burn the club out [Verse 1 - Freeway]: I miss the hood when I'm travelin', get neck when I'm travelin' Chicks peck wood when I'm travelin' Fuck a
Bang out, till the sun comes up The wheels fall off in the parking lot 'Cause I bang out, keep my glock in hand While you posted up, chillin' wit cha
and dance I don't wanna be the one, let's have a one night stand Let's get it crackin' like some broken bones, money makin' Talkin' on them burnout phones, Cadillacin' Wood
quiet Or the lonely nights I don't miss the funky attitudes And I don't miss the fights I lie on the couch 'til suppertime And hunker down and read the Post
never know you woulda be back ah grovel like dis It take me so long fi get over now me finally can boast [Every thing and armour thicker exercise your post
So so def nigga that?s what it is What it do my nigga whats good Young C got money in da hood Switchin this lanes Grippin this wood I can?t lie
' ties, Michael Jordans Mounted up dats 23's On da ride(Jizzle man)I got the man in da trunk, I'm workin' an Alpine, Paint flippin', candy dippin', plus da wood
m freaky as I wanna be) If you a lady in the streets, straight freak in the sheets (I'm freaky as I wanna be) Was in the club, posted like King Tut Rollin
