If the mule won?t pull then the plow won?t go If the seed don?t set, crop won?t grow Chickens to the market, seven miles to town Gotta make it home
door behind ya 2x) yea2x) don't u let it hit ya on the way out (ha ay ha ay) yea don't u let it hit ya on the way out boy im not thinkin bout ya (nah
the wheel I can't replace the way it made me feel And I would turn her sharp, make it whine He'd say, "You can't beat the way an old wood boat rides"
and gone? What about them thugs that ain't even grown? What about them thugs that out here lost And ain't ever gonna find their way home? Suspicion got
light On my grind, my grind's my life My life's my hood, my home is slums My boys is deep, hoes is young Funk is here, I'm out the way I stash the cash
Man, take another hit breathe out In a zone blowing smoke out a glass teapot I?m chillin at home on some solo shit I love piece and when its quiet, I
so cold How do you expectin' our seeds gonna grow? When you trap us in the ghetto And show love, to the other muthafuckers While we right here starvin' at home
Or either try to find a job so I can help out I'm in the ghetto, I gots ta get myself out And when I get out I gotta try to pave the way So my family
was a rolling stone 15 I was grown, 16 I was holding my own Is it wrong to sell you a dream, or sell you a zone A long way from home, on this road I roam
how we growed together we always had a sceem...somehow we got separated whe we started gettin cheedda then my partna went to prison then i got out of
on but my own, all alone in this danger zone Time waits for no man, the streets grow worse, fuck the whole world kid My money comes first 'cause I'm out
rock My mama said I had a devil to scratch my soul And I was raised on rock, raised on rock Growing up with the guitar men Growing up way too fast Follow
diss niggas to they dick, Buck sumin go sumwhere and fuck somethin, (Fuck somethin) Like that frontin nigga bitch, make her suck something, (Suck somethin) Wild out, D-Block shirt inside out
out my hood is like to make it out of jail Put the 10's up and start breakin out the 12's Bet I have yo girlfriend shakin out her heels We shakin all
lets get it on, turn off your phone lets get grown, in the zone and wants his doggy bone and got a song, got a lot let me move it out the way for my angel
heavy, maybe 'Lo you should lighten up I really would if I could but I really don't think That anybody shell out enough And I really think true Wealth is home
wearin' my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin' Spam sandwiches Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich Share the room with bout four mo' brothers But one home
Maybe 'Lo you should lighten up I really would if I could But I really don't think that anybody shell out enough And I really think true wealth is home