Him in our youth We gotta let em know Let's tell em they missin' Him and that they sick in sin Get they attention then We gotta let em know Hey let's
slums, cats play like rums And money in large sums and navigators and guns Baby mamas wit sons, ain't afraid to let you have it If you trip with their
think he ain't? So do the right thing, it's not a black or a white thing We're here to let you know it's just a human being thing We're pulling out all
my shots like Eggo Or Lee Hungry Oswald, three miles far Picture main man open the car Sware to god, you get hit hard, you violate my squad on the job Know
the glock) Just in case these niggas on her block Don't wanna throw thangs (Yeap, I'm wit it, let's bounce) We gone but first you know we Gotta go to Lee
one two three four five six SEVEN hoes quez got two lee got two now we got elven hoes we send dem in we send dem out we dont love em hear me out say she
, rats sendin' me notes Could it be the way I get down, the way I throw down? I don't know but it's one thing I know for sure With the scenery of St.
you bitches and tricks know what a nigga like me into Some thousand gram units with the cash around 'em I'll pour 'em out the window and the task they found 'em
bitches dat speak French, how you say, catch a cab I dont trip Euros, I dont trip Pounds Im balling ball bitches, till I knock em all down Like the
fuckin with the real deal Hold still, let this lady let loose Keep them chips comin nigga or your neck'll catch a nuece (chorus) (murphy lee) Now y'all know
st. louis, fake insurance, with no petro Nuts are heavy, teddy peddy tell 'em to let go 'tics are ready, kevin law tell 'em I said so I let go, sixteen
rap Yall feelin that, rap wrapped up with the gospel, ay trip dawg run it back Yall feelin that? Rap wrapped up with the gospel ay trip dawg run it back Trip Lee
(feat. Trip Lee) [Chorus:] I know you might a seen on the TV You hear on the radio and CD(fall back) But you can be deceived pretty easy Believe me...
much so that even armies had to bow down/look at Jericho the walls had to let em go/who can tell Him no dawg betta let em know who can stay afloat when
ain't tripping, grain ain't the only thing that I'm gripping Boys jacking with these tow trucks, thinking they slick But take a trip to South Lee, and
