"Freeworld To The Pen (Radio)" lyrics
I must of been raised on city streets
Just to be the chosen one
Playin golf with me nine iron
Gotta bust a hole in one
Like them hits squads
Do them quick jobs
I'm gonna get gunned down
Me lickin them shots
Never let nobody get passed one round
I be the son of a G and gun blaster
Them gonna be Casper
Me pulling much faster
Daddy left me bastardly
As a G at last I see
Now bow dow thow so call me daddy streets
Gotta rain like rain man
Executed me game plan
It's a bird in a plane
Comin from the main land
Me living the high life
Keepin an eye out for the drive by
And swear to the lord that's war
This what? Fool died by why lie
Mira high guy
That man was so fried from formaldehyde
I'm ready to die when the bags fly
Then jump on the mic and sound alive
Makin me blocks
Smokin me rocks
Steady be hittin me licks
Smokers expected the two one action
Cut flex as big as them bricks
Collections from the connections
Cashin checks into the safe
Tryna get it crank
Now gotta crunk
Mom want me to stop but I just can't
Just smokin my ses as I rest on top of the hill
Come chill with the real deal
Me packin the steal that kills in trills
Guardin my grill in the battle field
Me poppin led pills for dollar bills
Me kill, me feel no love
Keepin these fiends in they pipe dreams
In these h-town streets on up
Hold up
Were all the meanin for the fienin in my neighborhood?
They huntin me down for more
I'm guessin my caine was good
From day one, it begun
Me life was not straight
Now I become the one these dirty cops hate
Hustler from the pen
South Park Mexican
Freeworld to the pen
South Park Mexican
Steady sneaking loud from a cloud in the sky
Higher than a kite flies
Shank that will pull my brise
But I might tell them white lies
Me kickin it just how it goes
Skippin all of the rest
Me say it for all of you hoes
Passin my trick the killer man says
"Be live with the mic
Yeah, you like me to be
See my life through the eyes of a child from the street"
Crackin the back of your cranium
Aimin them like bazookas
Them pigs never book us
Me pimpin them telephone hookers
Look cous'
You better surrender
Remember me in the pretender
No plans in my agenda
Get served by the bullet bartender
Never let a fredge at last gun
Them askin to catch one
Release them killer bees hit your knees
Me get yo back stomped
You started all of the ruckus
Along with the rest of them busters
Them struck by the buck shot
Pump out suckers
The game so perila though
Still I blow
Killer smoke
Kick a door down
For a bird in the stereo
Gotta tell the secrets of the streets
Reveal them on beats
Who cheats creeps deep in the dawn
Just like the Grim Reaps
Take a peep out ya window
Watch him go, creepin up slim holes
Now I kick them flows
Selling indo with all of my kinfolks
I got them so sick when I let them hoes know
I still don't want them to trip yet, 'cause I still got so much more flow
Hustler from the pen
South Park Mexican
Freeworld to the pen
South Park Mexican
Didn't get no scholarship
Never hit that college lick
Made bustin them hollow tips
Rollin with me street knowledge click
Me chop a brick
Leavin jackers and dirty tricks dead
We are legit
With birds that lay about 36 eggs
Clip on my hip
Slip slide in my ride
Glid like plied
Except when me brain is fried
Pops never lied when he was tellin the laws of the world
Stay strapped
Never turn your back
In fact that jack was planned by your girl
A lot of my homies have passed behind that ass workin out they set up
Somebody gonna get wetter
I'm fed-up, loadin on my led up
'Cause I slang caine here Mary Jane brain there
Here I hang there I bang
Every day the same thang
We the Hillwood hustlers
Servin up loyal customers
Don't trust them bust 'em
'Cause if that don't work then nothing does
Better be a wise one
Then maybe you won't gotta die son
We bringin them doom as soon as a gloom with and a black moves rizon
We the tough red rough necks
So which one of you little punks next?
Me preacher run out of the room every time that I confess
Them say that I'm loveless
But they givin a lovely what?
Take a bubble bath
Smokin me indo with me scrubby duck
It's kinda funny but ya better be bringing a killer clan
If your plan be to stand
Then jack with H-Town trigger man
Never ran
Never will
Still build caps in the south side
Deep in them hellified hills
But them still gotta hear my out cry
Hustler from the pen
South Park Mexican
Freeworld to the pen
South Park Mexican
Hustler from the pen
South Park Mexican
Freeworld to the pen
South Park Mexican
Just to be the chosen one
Playin golf with me nine iron
Gotta bust a hole in one
Like them hits squads
Do them quick jobs
I'm gonna get gunned down
Me lickin them shots
Never let nobody get passed one round
I be the son of a G and gun blaster
Them gonna be Casper
Me pulling much faster
Daddy left me bastardly
As a G at last I see
Now bow dow thow so call me daddy streets
Gotta rain like rain man
Executed me game plan
It's a bird in a plane
Comin from the main land
Me living the high life
Keepin an eye out for the drive by
And swear to the lord that's war
This what? Fool died by why lie
Mira high guy
That man was so fried from formaldehyde
I'm ready to die when the bags fly
Then jump on the mic and sound alive
Makin me blocks
Smokin me rocks
Steady be hittin me licks
Smokers expected the two one action
Cut flex as big as them bricks
Collections from the connections
Cashin checks into the safe
Tryna get it crank
Now gotta crunk
Mom want me to stop but I just can't
Just smokin my ses as I rest on top of the hill
Come chill with the real deal
Me packin the steal that kills in trills
Guardin my grill in the battle field
Me poppin led pills for dollar bills
Me kill, me feel no love
Keepin these fiends in they pipe dreams
In these h-town streets on up
Hold up
Were all the meanin for the fienin in my neighborhood?
They huntin me down for more
I'm guessin my caine was good
From day one, it begun
Me life was not straight
Now I become the one these dirty cops hate
Hustler from the pen
South Park Mexican
Freeworld to the pen
South Park Mexican
Steady sneaking loud from a cloud in the sky
Higher than a kite flies
Shank that will pull my brise
But I might tell them white lies
Me kickin it just how it goes
Skippin all of the rest
Me say it for all of you hoes
Passin my trick the killer man says
"Be live with the mic
Yeah, you like me to be
See my life through the eyes of a child from the street"
Crackin the back of your cranium
Aimin them like bazookas
Them pigs never book us
Me pimpin them telephone hookers
Look cous'
You better surrender
Remember me in the pretender
No plans in my agenda
Get served by the bullet bartender
Never let a fredge at last gun
Them askin to catch one
Release them killer bees hit your knees
Me get yo back stomped
You started all of the ruckus
Along with the rest of them busters
Them struck by the buck shot
Pump out suckers
The game so perila though
Still I blow
Killer smoke
Kick a door down
For a bird in the stereo
Gotta tell the secrets of the streets
Reveal them on beats
Who cheats creeps deep in the dawn
Just like the Grim Reaps
Take a peep out ya window
Watch him go, creepin up slim holes
Now I kick them flows
Selling indo with all of my kinfolks
I got them so sick when I let them hoes know
I still don't want them to trip yet, 'cause I still got so much more flow
Hustler from the pen
South Park Mexican
Freeworld to the pen
South Park Mexican
Didn't get no scholarship
Never hit that college lick
Made bustin them hollow tips
Rollin with me street knowledge click
Me chop a brick
Leavin jackers and dirty tricks dead
We are legit
With birds that lay about 36 eggs
Clip on my hip
Slip slide in my ride
Glid like plied
Except when me brain is fried
Pops never lied when he was tellin the laws of the world
Stay strapped
Never turn your back
In fact that jack was planned by your girl
A lot of my homies have passed behind that ass workin out they set up
Somebody gonna get wetter
I'm fed-up, loadin on my led up
'Cause I slang caine here Mary Jane brain there
Here I hang there I bang
Every day the same thang
We the Hillwood hustlers
Servin up loyal customers
Don't trust them bust 'em
'Cause if that don't work then nothing does
Better be a wise one
Then maybe you won't gotta die son
We bringin them doom as soon as a gloom with and a black moves rizon
We the tough red rough necks
So which one of you little punks next?
Me preacher run out of the room every time that I confess
Them say that I'm loveless
But they givin a lovely what?
Take a bubble bath
Smokin me indo with me scrubby duck
It's kinda funny but ya better be bringing a killer clan
If your plan be to stand
Then jack with H-Town trigger man
Never ran
Never will
Still build caps in the south side
Deep in them hellified hills
But them still gotta hear my out cry
Hustler from the pen
South Park Mexican
Freeworld to the pen
South Park Mexican
Hustler from the pen
South Park Mexican
Freeworld to the pen
South Park Mexican
