money, money, money, money, money In the face of the crowd Plottin' and now, I don't need no pride to hide Oh wow, oh wow... Mo money, money in the face
the same thing 'cause less creating. Flow just borin', the spit just corny. What happened to old bitin' 'self? Writin' battles done face to face. I miss
the hood, got an eye on every move I make open your face to info you aint know Cause it's kept low how the new world plan Reeks the planet without the
Dirty motherfuckers. You probably think I got the world at my hands, but really dog I got the world on my shoulders! When I look at your son I see your face
Houston Texas...7-1-3 Peace to the whole underground.. Its the young Don, CMG representin.. Lucky.. My boy Filero.. R.I.P to Dj Screw!!! [Lucky talking
to be home soon (Thinking bout my baby girl. Thinking bout my baby girl) [Verse 1:] Thinking bout my baby girl Growing up by herself in the shady world
(feat. Juan Gotti, Baby Bash, Coast, Lucky Luciano, ...) [Verse 1: Juan Gotti] Razaville Texas Houston to McAllen Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y Valles
a dream [Chorus] Mr. Lucifer Ice Blow Flake Glass Black tar Angel Dust Rope Grass Snowbirds Freebase Skag Special K Blue Mystic Lucky 7 Horse Powdered
[Chorus x7: sample] Soon as the bass kick [Shyheim] There's a party goin on 5c-75 Everyone's gonna be there I bet it be live Ran home mad quick jumped
morbid it's no prints he hold the mic with a mic glove and rolls dolo from state to state like Ike Love like on top of the world loser keep it gully rap
