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Head East Back In My Own Hands

, a little help from above I'll get my feet back on the ground before long Chorus Back in my own hands Back in my own hands Back in my own hands There

, put it on my #1 grave, 'cause I'm a stand-up true thugsta in a league of my own. The city of Thieves is my home, and I don't trust nann nigga. My mentality

in my trunk and my disco balls And my hatchet in the air screamin fuck y'all! I'm the urban legend in your back seat With a hook to your head while your

'm back in the spot again Blowin' it up, I drop my own bomb Two big green mitts, and tails on my arm You in my way my man, yo B excuse me I didn't call

to the deuce I heard a shot proof flip nigga gimme a bitch At the Martigra crowd flipping the trigga You still a bitch nigga Sticking ya head up at

and i'm the big Dogg I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin paws Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize And see where I'm comin from it's still East

block, same shit they own Only thing different, quicker, they click that chrome In my defense, yo I had to hit that zone Man to man, I'm good workin with my hands My

all I can be My brother turned his back on me Got to be my own man Regardless of what the stakes is, I'ma play my own hand And I'm tired of being let

She the blood that flow right through me So don't be messin' with my Black Rose Keep your hands off my Black Rose My Black Rose, he don't own ya While