me by my grandma, my grandma flipped out An' said we ain't gone have no evil in this house So I rolled out scored me an ounce sold out But I fucked up
a corner fall is in the air When looking up at people remember not to stare Seasons in the city Seasons in the city From here to New York or Chicago
top of my head to the sole of my feet Broke down, smoked out, locced out is she That bitch that'll hit ya get ya And when you bumpin' up my shit may da funk be wit 'cha Fall
Southside niggas and my Eastside niggas And my Northside niggas, get high We really don't give a fuck what side you from Just keep on hollering out Chi! In the summer, winter, fall
Mane, Mane, nigga check this shit out, we was up in Chicago, right With my nigga Big Hamp, ya know what I'm sayin' That nigga pass me a blunt like, "Smoke
Mound (Fuck y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming Southpark (Fuck y'all hoes) Bitch we are entertainers We warfare trainers We ain't gangbangers But we will make you famous I show you falling
that he could go against the truth and the Gods And fall back from the will of Allah, you'll be facin' the firing squad Of a thousand archers out to
By now in New York City, there's snow on the ground And out in California, the sunshine's falling down And, maybe down in Memphis, Graceland's all in
well just Bugg Bugg 3X U like to grunt When you know u are hurting her The pendulums swings in the darkest of evil winds The fallen angel has fallen
no one really talks about. But everybody talks about what no one really talks about. Every wind that takes me home drags me further out to sea. Further out
think its right, but i know this is true, yea i know its not a lie, why the grass is always greener on the other side. well were straight out of Chicago
Y'all niggaz ready for this silkk the shocker shit? (y'all niggaz out there bangin) switch! (claimin red and blue) Y'all niggaz bout it? nigga be a leader
I'm back again in the town that I used to call my residence now it seems I dwell in a silver van you might have seen it once, yeah, it's parked out
all right [x3] I wanted to make a song about where I'm from You know? Big up my home town, my territory, my state But, I couldn't figure out much to
smoking, blunts come out in flavors I think of New Orleans when I step out in gators (talk to 'em) Some dudes starving, their ribs just keep touchin My shoulder nicknamed me Chicago