when I'm in my hometown, yeah No place I'd rather be My town, my street Give me peace of mind that can't be beat, yeah My town, my street Give me peace
with nothing to do that's all i seem to think about or do my soul is sound when i'm in my hometown no place i'd rather be my town, my street gives me
m the M.B.P. most ballin-ist playa make my own moves, call me the mayor monday night u know things change with time magic city back lookin like eighty-nine
an AK-47, shootin' trey-O times You didn't think I'm willing to find a way to say, oh, my But check it out, though I done made enough money to buy my
five deep as I strike at a quick pace I got the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my mind So my soul is a threat to all mankind Born to kill, I'm wicked
' ho. I got your bitch on my dick Because I'm here for my cap down When steppin' through C-Town You better be strapped down The bigger my trigger The
and what if I got my peeps to flip in And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up And your luck get fucked up, ready me buck buck buck I'm still
-Tical Biggie, Biggie Uhh uhh uhh Yo c'mon Big Uhh Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches The prestigious cats that speak this, Willie shit Flooded pieces, my
my mind state, Big Poppa' flow is lethal, That weed make my ass wanna kill four people, Fuck the game, gimme the dame and the Range (Uh huh) My niggas
't a problem, see my dough is like, whoa Pulled out my bankroll on y'all niggaz like, whoa Floss the blue shrimp from two tenth like, whoa Faggot wanna peep my
sandwiches, broke, living bad I'm a do it for my homies that's there to lock down Ride with my beats slamming top down Drop the top Just drop the top I got my
S I R T double O I like to say these rhymes, I do it all the time I make my own damn beat now all the money is mine I carry big fat wives, I treat my
I heard them ridin' around smokin' crack in the back of my homies Lex It be them broke ass, no cash Bustaz tryin' to quote that's why the town got rid 'o
fuck wit my circle. Only my crew, this what i do. Whats up Screw You, i still love you. Its the young don, i do it for my son. Money by the ton. (Z-
in my clothes chain on my neck, rocks up on my wrist dirt up in my piss, gotta partna named Chris movin keys, lemme chop em down in my safe I gotta key
Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too hard My dough too long, nowadays my flow too strong What y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song Check my
'll be Sheek Luchion the mayor Fatigued out in my house or office Blunt spots and crooked cops can't grow shit so the town supports this (Uh-hun) My staff
