me facing, I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the state. So I gotta be down with the 'hood team, Too much television watching, got me chasing
holler, holler, from the hoopties and my Lucciano's groovy Judge and jury my movie confuse me with those other thugs On a high speed chase say Say
I'm coming home I'm coming home to you again I hope things haven't changed Singin' I've been locked inside this freight train Unaware of the normal life
curve ball She owed Milli smoked that herb and some Llly-bone She tip-top 'em, Optimo First base, god livin like a worst race First chase, throw yo' people
worship money cars Learned to hate Christians All the Christians in the movies so typical Alcoholic, child molesting, hypocritice and mystical They say since everyone is doing it it's normal
you where I want you. You?ll never take me! Never take me down! I?ve seen all I need to put you in the ground Revenge is normal, a typical reaction I
you where I want you. You?ll never take me! Never take me down! I?ve seen all I need to put you in the ground Revenge is normal, a typical reaction I?
Game recognize, game hoes do too It's the new two live Who I supposed you knew So thugs, pop yo toasters But don't approach us or Bullets'll chase you
gave my heart to some mad God Never cared for the incision And the prisons dark As I slip between these bars and greet these visions Just the stock brokers And the monsignors chasing
SOD Money game Southern Smoke Chorus: Roscoe Dash Man im in a daze, walking round, round in a maze there's money to be made, guess im on the paper chase
that we share Kodak moments I wish we could go back But don't act like you wasn't bug'n out like a phone tap Chase'n cars in the street I saw you throw
a curve ball She owed Milli smoked that herb and some Llly-bone She tip-top 'em, Optimo First base, god livin like a worst race First chase, throw yo'
down, she throw a curve ball She owed Milli smoked that herb and some Llly bone She tip top 'em, Optimo First base, God livin' like the worst race First chase
you gotta listen Alright, alright, alright, okay, I see your point, I must admit I grind, I grind, I grind all day, this paper's what I'm tryna get Now normally when I'm paper chasing
in the ghetto, it won't faze him So many blackmen die for drugs I think back on the way life was Before rock cocaine started runnin thangs And drive-by shootings was a normal
patron) all night long (chamillionaire and bobby v, we in vip) its on, its on (hah chamillitary mayne) [Bobby Valentino] I don't normally drink but
chasing Reminds me all the time No matter where you go I'll always be watching you Help me, help me somebody save me I keep running she keeps on chasing
