Feel My Hood, My Block, My City, My Turf, My Fight, My Struggle On Da Real Ya'll Dis Is My Life, My Pain, My Stress, My Guilt, My Time, My Fame, My Shame
down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake up shiverin', pull my hoe close to me, she sexy Every night is different pussy since my girl
, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit In my
this bullshit I ain't tryin' to hear that shit, man These bitches ain't players, man Peace to my street niggas movin' that weight Much love to my comrades
felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak There was blood on my hands and I fell to the ground And all I could hear was, "Yo, Ice is down" Somebody
a chain moonwalkin', Michael Jackson time I keep on buying ice like I lost my mind This bloodline of mine is supposed to shine My pocket all swoll', my rims all chrome
shine, that's right (Chorus) (Birdman verse 3) Loud mics and big rims, nigga thats my life Come through the neighborhood with my homeboy Price Let's get it understood, nigga that's my
Don Hope he know when he step outside baby it's on Watch my guns illuminate the sky like Vietnam My confidence shared by all conglomerates Everyone in my circle is
, you niggas is clones I hand out styles like ice cream cones, the fuck outta here That's Pha real, my gats is real The SL5 is lookin' like the Batmobile Chrome
that ride, put em' up homie Get Down!) Clipse) Hey ! It's just a day in the life, Club nights is one of the reasons I love life, chicks be in the back
reefer smoke, a lot of pictures being taken My bitch from Atlanta, my weed is Jamaican I don't talk much, too many niggas hating About a booty, that's my
behind my lover's back And I'm keepin' my secrets mine I push my seed in her push for life Its gonna work because I'm pushin' it right If Mary drops my
outside I'll never catch a vehicular homicide My music is a description of my vibe of course My life, my sites, my thoughts, what I like on my fork '
feel your enemies But can't figure out whose who, keep it true Shit is cool now, put the tools down? Never 'Cause everyday is on, livin' this life out for this
the peaches and cream Not a main thing, but a one night flang Do my thug things, livin' off the King Pin Household thug, for all up in my business 26 inch chrome
you ain't getting loud Better calm down for I smack your ass down I need my drums bass high Has to be my snare strings horns and I need my Tim sound
They never could fuck with me sawed-off pump Bitch, if I'm flippin' or load my clip in, nigga, y'all all fucked Gotta make my money, slippin' me pump in my
my way) We be thuggin' around my way This is how we play Every day it's the same old same Around my way Around my way Around my way Come around my way, my
