Yeah, [?]
Yeah, yeah, I said
It's the hard-head
[?] fuck it
[Chorus: Pacardi-Proof]
Can't tell a n***a nothin'
Always caught up in somethin'
Got a n***a's ways 'cause crime pays
Ghetto ways, short nights, long days
Can't tell a n***a nothin'
Always caught up in somethin'
Got a n***a's ways 'cause crime pays
Ghetto ways, short nights, long days
[Verse 1: Pacardi-Proof]
'Bout to be hated by twelve, and loved by six
I release the beast from my mind and deeper than the abyss
Comin' straight from my fists, 'bout to see haters pissed
Hard-headed for days 'cause my ghetto ways
They tellin' me to slow down but I'm moving too fast
[?] cash
Then raise 'em next with the millennium blast
And i hope to pass to see another day
Evade the uzi spray, ballin' on Sunday
If I fall anytime I know how to come back up
With the drank in my cup, so i don't give a fuck
Now we're back on the scene [?]
Revvin' up [?] schemes
[Chorus: Pacardi-Proof]
Can't tell a n***a nothin
Always caught up in somethin
Got a n***a's ways 'cause crime pays
Ghetto ways, short nights, long days
[Verse 2: C1]
And it's these streets are evil
Don't give a fuck about your people
Treat your lives like a sequel
Everybody want their own share, forget being equal
The streets will torture your mind
Leaving a body [?] sucker
A stupid motherfucker laying here [?]
'Cause you none other than a dirty ass pistol ready to crash
Life in a flash, so what you had become the path
And uh-
And the things we outlast [?] streets used to be like a rash, that's bad
Ride up and down when I smash, I'mma go on ahead and keep my cash
When I'm ridin' dirty, boys gon' try to hurt me at the jail
Be all up and down on these hoes, man, they don't see that I'm the, damn, cheatin'
I'm puttin' it up, I don't give a fuck, n***a what?
When I start to bust, I be gone
I be in the zone, 'bout to put it down, n***a [?] sittin' on [?]
[?] paper chase
Actin' bad on these hoes, n***a I'mma tell you [?]
[Verse 3: Viper]
I'mma fall through clean on the lean, know what I mean
Up green, yes we on the scene
Big ballin' players we don't fall through shinin
I 10 climbin' while we big playa rhyming
[Verse 4: Pacardi-Proof]
[?] what these fuckin' hoes really want
That's the shit they would do, straight through you
I'm sharp, on point, straight as a pencil
We gonna do these hoes like fuckin' curfew
We do wild things from coast to coast
State to state, motherfucker, please don't hate
Bitch, I'm pushin' weight like I'm pushin' these rhymes
Thirty-two different times that I got my nine
Zoomin' down the highway, 'cause I like to get high
When I'm comin' real fly and I do or die
Everyday multiply when the thuggin' stop
'Cause I don't pay the cops not to be the boss
And I thought I never [?] and I'm never livin' [?]
'Cause I'm comin' real slow with my fuckin' throw
Baby whatcha know givin' me show
I look you up and down from head to toe
Here we go, here we go, one time in the back (Here we go again)
Doing this shit 'cause I like to attack (Here we go, here we go)
And I capture, get them hoes through the rapture
The type of shit, bitch, when I'm at you
I at you, I gotta have you
Put it down, break it down, if you down
Every time, underground
When I'm make a sound at the motherfuckin' dog pound
H-Town, bitch, you know what's goin' down
Peep the sound, 1-5-1, pure proof
Out the roof, baby girl, what you wanna do? You wanna loose?
I hold and I'm swole
Doin' shit 'cause I'm cold
With my rhymes, everybody figures
Everybody addicted, everybody shippin'
Dude I ain't trippin' I pull my shit
Coming through motherfuckers and to watch me catch wreck
Yeah, uh, fo' real, no
There's a, uh, for the flow
And it goes nonstop
When I come through the cut, cuh
Body rock, body rock, don't stop
Nonstop, nonstop, body rock
[Chorus: Pacardi-Proof]
Can't tell a n***a nothin
Always caught up in somethin
Got a n***a's ways 'cause crime pays
Ghetto ways, short nights, long days
Can't tell a n***a nothin
Always caught up in somethin
Got a n***a's ways 'cause crime pays
Ghetto ways, short nights, long days
Can't tell a n***a nothin
Always caught up in somethin