Hold em' up!

[Cruel-T]

In dis' $$$$$, we show love to the streets we walk.
Follow along, represent ya' hood.
You know how it goes - put ya' hometown on the map!




I put a flame to a "black", got' gang colors on my back
I lace my "Forces", and run the hood' like a race track
It takes balls to walk the streets of Louisville, my hometown
You sell bud? If its greener than money, then I'm down
I sample other people's product, the 'hood around "Churchill Downs"
Keep ya' mouth clean about this place, or you'll quick-hit the ground
Dirty business, crooked cops, em' holdup boys at the liquor store
Pop a 40', they' poppin' caps and they're out the back door
Gotta get that money, breakin' bread with the enemy
You do to survive, to thrive in such a harsh vicinity
It's gettin' me, will I leave? Hell naw n1gga, this is heaven
Leanin' against the brick wall, doin' dirty business behind 7-11
You know what you get, when you step into the 502
Remember safety if you sling that herb, the "5-0" ain't got a clue
If you choose to open fire - shoot to kill or die tryin'
No snitchin', I stick to the "G Code" - I'd rather die lyin'
Grab ya' nuts, and holla' holla' at em' fine ass women down the way
Cuz' once you leave this state, the pu$$y just won't be the same

[LJT]

we bang them tools, we damn fools, the streets got no rules
LJT from the C A 1, look in my eyes u best know me dude
im excited by anger i get hard from bussin' heads
goons in masks, jack boys n pimps we get the same bread
i pop them things like i c*ck them things
daily, you know i got them things
keep the clip full i aint gettin caught cold on the trigger
if your unknown playa, i aint holdin, so go figger?
this the norths finest, dont sleep on my style im the reason your breathe'n
i exhale oxygen playa, explain that to the dead when they family grieve'n
f*ck goin 16 bars, i only need to do three quarters
you sell crack thats soap i import mine across waters

[archy1986]

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

------ organ solo ------

Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one


Alibris Sales

[LJT]

^ Is that like 1 of them accounts that tries to promote fake gucci shoes n nikes n sh*t? Cause if thats a real account, I know you ain't tryna pass off an actual song as your own!?

[LJT]

Nevermind its generated other bogus posts so obviously its fake!