(feat. Z-Ro, Yung Redd)
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[Verse 1 - Paul Wall]
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When you up, you up
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And when you down, you down
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but when you fall off
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just peep out who still come around
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and aint too many gon' hold you down
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when you down and not on ya luck
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but I'ma be right by your side
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even when that road get rough
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I keep it cool when the streetz iz hott
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and all your friends that soon forgot
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they leavin you all alone to rott
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but I'll be there till you back on top
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I'm down wit ya wit no strings
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no matter what, one hundred im willin to feed
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Im gettin that paper to feed my krew
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and no matter what you goin through
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I'm stayin true...
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[Chorus - Z-Ro]
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I know you been searchin for someone
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To keep it one hundred
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So tired of mixed love and bullshit
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and keep keepin it comin
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Damn right he came up from nothin
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But now he's got money
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And he's feedin his people
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And now aint one of 'em gon' ever go hungry
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[Verse 2 - Z-ro]
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Uhh...
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I represent Mo' City until the day I die
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I speak the truth even when I say a lie
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Even lil babys know better than to play with I
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Would be to lost and never found to say bye bye
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Ya'll already know I got alot of evil in me
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But I got alot of that love shit too
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Cuz I promise I'm in love with my ride
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And I'm in love with what its sittin on
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Bitch and my paints so blue
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Thanks to Paul Wall
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You already know I got love for ya bro
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My cup empty yo cup
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If you less pour some mo
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My nigga T-faris and J-dawg
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And even my old school nigga Fuck
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When they show us hate
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We gon' show 'em back love
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Now but last year would've been a different scene
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But ima let you make it
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Cuz im really tryna keep it one hundred
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So stay the fuck away from me please!
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[Chorus]
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I know you been searchin for someone
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To keep it one hundred
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So tired of mixed love and bullshit
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and keep keepin it comin
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Damn right he came up from nothin
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But now he's got money
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And he's feedin his people
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And now aint one of 'em gon' ever go hungry
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[Verse 3 - Yung Redd]
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Homie I'm different like a alien
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Driven in that mothership
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Its black its midnight
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Im sittin high up on that numbers list
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Went from all this paper rain but now im never drowsy
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They talk but I cant even hear the way
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they wisper 'bout me
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Even if they doubt me haters im off limits
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Blowin cake
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Ohh yea I make desert for a livin
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So many times I swear I spare my last one hundred
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Like a grade in the class
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Now thats extra credit
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[Chorus]
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I know you been searchin for someone
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To keep it one hundred
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So tired of mixed love and bullshit
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and keep keepin it comin
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Damn right he came up from nothin
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But now he's got money
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And he's feedin his people
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And now aint one of 'em gon' ever go hungry
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One Hundred
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| Paul Wall |
