we were Southbound and down with the wind blowing in our faces We kept on rolling and pretty soon The radio was cooking out a haggard tune And we were pulling into Houston
slowed me down just like that Houston flow A dead man until somebody hit me with the hardest facts The Gospel hit my heart, I guess that's what you call
yo, yo yo yo, Jedi Mind yo yo Yo, my words sold germs, spread em like a slow germ, infected Disease is collected and quarantined from my method The borderline where
I'm going to the valley el valle por halle I know a place on the Boystown its trip Straight to the spot where the mexicans hold tons Down in Mexico where
Check it out man, I want you to meet my number one soldado Low-G... -Hey, Low-G, where you from Homes?... [Verse 1] Mi querida... Centro America Aqui en Houston
the writing on the walls I should have seen the writing on the walls Should of had the guts to call but you don't have the right to call It's not like
she once called home the yard where she ran through snow the streets driven up and down and through and through the lot where she'd stare at stars the
right along she said, "How could you know Blackbird was just what I wanted?" As the song spun, so did the room as they hold hands all of the lights start
reppin' the kingdom (Canton Jones) The kingdom is my business So you can call me a business man I follow the scriptures So you can call that my business
187 on any nigga that try to stop me Chorus (2x) [big ed] Niggaz, they want to start some stack But if they stack then let it be started And at your
childhood where I went astray Till this day I still pray for a better way Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke From the start I felt the racism
a fistfight on Jerry Springer I got the hottest flow to hit the street since lava so holla, we all hustle for dollar dollars From Sac to Houston, New
the Houston rodeo to any old dancehall Of cowgirls and cowboys know how to have a ball And every night they'll tip a toast to the Lone Star state Where
Hey yo, as if 47 MCs wasn't enough I got 47 pop stars, rock stars comin' at you Yo, count 'em, here we go Just do it, just do it Just do it do it do
Look like my return won't be long the streets keep asking for me Young savage on the mound game ova now I'm in Houston and a town where's the muthafuckin
like that I remember Dame sold you his old pathfinder Chipped in for the gs You Jaz-o's son Where is Sauce Money at Where is like where are they
he would have the narrow win My aim is to blame, when I load it inside the barrel and Put the third eye on him, and do a lil' more than stare at him