[Chamillionaire]
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Trill is the answer
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You thought you knew it, you blew it, that's why they drew it
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The pistol, soon as it hit you, you wished you did never do it
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Bang 'til your brain did spew it, Houston is full of sewage
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It's true, it ain't nothing to it, they'll do it, act like you knew it
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See I ain't really gotta prove it, look around and it show
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Cause most of these niggas we used to know ain't even around here no mo'
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But don't drown in your flow, cause it's deep, I look around and hell no
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This is ain't Cleveland, it don't be freezing but boys around here with snow
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And they finding my hoe, and they think she on the side when she with him
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She riding and flipping in your car, you seen that wire that's sticking?
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Out her bra, federal car right behind him is picking his ass up
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But damn bro, they done found them a victim
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Walk with me through that spaceship city, where that 9 is that law
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Channel 13 preview that scene, who did the crime to that boy?
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Walk in on that red carpet, ain't the kind that the stars be walking on
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Chalk is shown, outline what they draw, damn
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[Hook - X2]
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It's real on these streets
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Niggas be toting heat on these streets
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Putting busters to sleep on these streets
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Playing for keeps in these keeps
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All to eat off these streets
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Your momma weep, cause now you lay dead in these streets
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[B.G.]
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Where I'm from we play it raw, we cutthroat and bout our bidness
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Some call it New Orleans but I nicknamed it Chopper City
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It's the home of the Hornets, and the home of the Saints
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But don't get that name twisted, we'll toss you off in a lake
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If you want work, we'll tell you we got weight
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Tax him 22 for a burner, flower or cake
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Nigga ride fly, in Benzes on 22's
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Double back, drop 26's under the H2
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I'm a fool wit it, hoes be like I want him
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Fresh dickie shirt over my tee with some bo's and tim's
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I'm a Hot Boy, if you ain't know, ask somebody
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On Valence and Magnolia I'm like the Don John Gotti
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Don't try me or you'll end up a nobody
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On a front of a tee with your people second line
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And it's like that, I ain't the one to size up
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Cause if you do me that, then I'ma have to fire up
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[Hook - X2]
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[Stat Quo]
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Track bang, track bang, pimp hoe like good game
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A goddamn shame, that boy there got good aim
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Across the globe he got pulled like hair strains
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Stat Quo the beast, Big Bread my nickname
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Trunk pop at the show, my verse is spiritual
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Test me and your condition will end up critical
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Started from the A, why he spit so lyrical?
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I write for the hood, he a South Coast miracle
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For the strippers, hustlers and common criminals
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9 to 5 workers, lieutenants and generals
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Correlation to struggle, the grind will injure you
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It takes more than crutches to make it through I'm telling you
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[Hook - X2]
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[Soulja Slim]
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What you're hearing is Uptown, is y'all familiar with that sound?
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A hundred rounds will gun you down, put your bitch ass underground
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Now what I want you to know, see I'm a general
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Is there Heaven or Hell? Tell me where the killers go
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My pill busting slow, fill up the dro
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I'm bout to tell 'em what they need to know
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Don't fuck with us, we creeping low
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He out that 13th, he out that 17th
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I'm out that motherfucking 3-9, who want beef?
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I'll be damned if grown killers stay humble
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I could get ya killed without upping the bundle
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Magnolia, that's my project, never called it a jungle
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Keep a spot on the block and a key of dope to fumble
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When I'm down south hustling, get paid in many ways
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If your lick over a hundred G's, I'm coming to bust yo head
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I say fuck the Feds and I'll say it again
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From the streets to the pen, I play the game to win
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[Hook - X2]
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In These Streets
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| Chamillionaire |
