Skis lounge under the palm trees 'Cause you gotta have cheese for the summer house Piece on south beach Water so clear you can see to the bottom 100,000 dollar cars
cars Waiting for the bells that ring In the deep heart of the night We let lose of everything To go running on the backstreets Running on the backstreets
is your hometown This is your hometown In `65 tension was running high at my high school There was a lot of fights between the black and white There was nothing you could do Two cars
into the guts Of something in the night You're born with nothing And better off that way Soon as you've got something the send Someone to try and take it away You
who pull our cars up. The fuck you thought this was dawg, imma trill mother fucker after all. Haters is dressed in safety nets encouraging my fall Won't catch me there, but you
yellow Humvee, gun under my seat You don't want none of me, cause I'm the man You can't spit, like you lost just a life or grand Man, why you niggas wanna
was with Tre" He in the hospital too? "Nah." Needless to say, call you back I called up Tre, Tre answered, I said Hey man, keep it real fam, why the fuck you
to jocking And the kush bag that we smoking running out (repeat) [Verse 1 - Killer Mike] Pull up to the club, you can hear the car park Tip your man, so you
bitch (Chorus) Would you be my Could you be my Won't you be my Ghetto neighbor Would you be my Could you be my Won't you be my We neighbors
model is a supply and demand any will You went out of line with the wrong man then get killed When you damned if you will, damned if you won't A lot of
ion , nigga im Lebron (HUH) Quarter millie for my car, and thats on the Quran You running with me nigga, or you better run two Ties for you pussies cause you
me sire, you say I run my city you are motherfucking liar I'm a boss, I'm a boss, you're a fraud, you're a fraud You cross the line I get you murdered
dog I want it all You're nothing but Look at you now Cause your down and out, down and out And you needin' me to keep you strong, keep you strong You
morning you take to the head I'm that car that you snatched when you first got bread I'm that spot that you got when you were running from the Feds I
do you go from here when you felt you've done it all When what used to get you high don't get you high no more When you got a lot of cars, don't even
't seen me in a while You probably thought I died You devils love to see a nigga down and teary eyed I call you idiot 'cause you don't know me really
ruckus Yall dont know the d in my name Is like fredrick as in douglas Another body Cause the feds crashed the party You confuse your own folk Running