the benz If I blam it'll kill, never ran never will only thing that bleed on me is these jeans on my tims Hat low its not a weak link in my squad I'm
think I know why I'm back from the future, seen it with my own eyes And yep, I'm still the future of the Chi Back in college I had to get my back up
it might be on tonight Ooh he lookin' good and he talkin' right (Talkin' right) He the type that might change my life (Change my life) Every time he look at me my
and sex and def or real I got your back Which ever Squadron you attack yo I attack I got my automated Mossberg, hand on the pump ready to dump, so yo
global panic Harlem got me branded, rhythms jingle like bricks These niggaz face it or face off, give up or break north My lines petrify your mind?s
alright That?s right, show you right, alright That?s right, show you right, alright I got Harlem on my mind, Darren on my back Brooklyn in my blood and butters on
my vein I toss these major losses on the Mingus jazzy strum Flip off into a nod and dig myself a dyin' young It?s like cool was the bop and the flair I kicks to my
hittin the spliff, sick in the pit On the fiend like I'm missin my shit, they think I'm crazy Catch me hittin your lady in my Mercedes Bird on your baby
it takes strippin', workin' out on the block Up on the phone, talkin' about (my skin is tan like the front of your hand) (And my hair...) (Well my hair
know ya' heard before If we called you a bitch, you deserved it, hoe I cop bricks of the crack an' take it to my block Strip or my trap, my block strip
down What up Bun my nigga? Man you know we stay down And I'm an honoray resident in UGK town I'm on my way Yeah I'm on my way I never give a fuck about
we snatching wife daughters Only dimes keep on my time sheet Catch a jukes hit with the biscuit for that 9 piece Already marketing plan it never my minds
Pimp tyte! MJG Fin' to get up on the mic with a passion Get up on some pads Gwen, my chick get her ass in For the track, make my money Bring it on back
so I look both ways Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray' No way, nigga leave without handin me my shit Got plans to get my Land and my 6 Niggaz outta
Turn me up a little bit Yeah kids, Harlem on the rise Yeah, turn me up a little bit more Uh-huh, uh-huh We like it Uh-huh, uh-huh Yeah kids, Harlem on
up my eyes there's no limit in them skies When Ready 2 Die was a sick part of my life Pummin that .45, plotting to pop my mind Then that crooked eye
'em *** want beef with me, must be out of his mind Homey think that Joey past his prime Laid his ass flat in the street, yeah, I splattered his mind
I'm not saying what I did was alright Trying to break out of the ghetto was a day to day fight Been down so long, getting up didn't cross my mind I