'm movin' 'round this old house for the last time Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock
same niggas on the spot Chorus Verse 2: Master P How do hatin get started? It started by the jealous people and they get mad over the things you have and the things
hatchet sporters Stink of kiss supporters In the Keys of Florida Makin' deals on Motorolas (yea) We be drapin' platinum, gold Jet-black Roles My rice
i jcruise wit the 2's to fix the damn fools dat think im slippin wit my juice breakin old habits so hard to do das y u see me on the same block wit the same
a Drake song Rep that Lou' Vuitton Bottom in my back pocket all day long Black Wall Mafia, Wu-Tang Sopranos Niggaz say they pushin ki's/keys but we don
'm movin' round this old house for the last time Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock
the gentlemen asked them 'Why? ' Now the gun's coming out the holster, that's his reply Passenger seat starts to scream Like she ain't ever seen the same thing
we got a thing for the light, ball out, fall out, Do the same thing tonight, flash backs, ass claps, It's goin' down as long as she black jack, I'm fucked
is in Von Junzt's use of the term "keys" - phrase used many times by him, in various relations, such as descriptions of the infamous Black Stone in Hungary
money for college he was taught the street knowledge Part of the plan to keep us fightin in the street instead of becomin a strong black man Every two
pertains to cocaine it a thing that rain See summer roll around niggas all about change then they steady move them keys like bob jamesCoz old man winter
car say playa what chu' say Ain't nobody takin' form us E.P.V.'s(East Point Veterans) We'll wake tha whole house up for a set of car keys One time this old
the G I know they ain't fell of the M-A-P Is it gonna be y'all last cd? Look at here boy, stop asking me That's the same old thing you asked last week
keys Took the couple of Saturdays I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing Seven hundred years since I came here You appear, same hair, same quizzical