them dice nigga, you gamble when the stakes get high, when you crap you cant cont cuz no mistakes allowed in this, stuggle, stuggles we be facing, smuggled in dope in small towns
like me Uh, can't imagine the things that I'm fightin' Collipark on the drums, I know you gon' like it Chi-Town swag with a A-Town bounce Mix it all
S U C C E S S That's the way we spell success Will we get it, the answers, yes S U C C E S S Small town boy, so clean, he squeaks Pressed and polished
but I'm afraid of 'em There are some things you're gonna miss Growin' up in a small town like this Big city, big problems surface But it's me and you, boy
, yeah My nuts ain't grey, yeah Put your hands up nigga Put your hands up bitch Put your hands up hoe Put your hands up trick I'm from a small town called
Like a Too Short rap, and everybody knows Like the mack said, homie, pimp the hoes Ain?t no need in playin' games, none at all Fakin' like a giant when you?re just too small
guard i've been cooking, is you mistooking? shot town plug got the city junking jivon she motorcycle leathers, mad max 5 stacks before i look this weather small
Mountain Dew soda Some saltines wanna live in the box, but guess what, Ia??m the cracker who showed up And we could take it to Dakota, small towns,
man in baggy pants, a lonely face, a crazy grin Runnin' home to some small Ohio town Jesus, send some sweet women to save all your clowns And Circus Boy
You were brought up in a small town Where everyone greeted with a morning smile I mean the place was so free from crime You could leave your front door
Just a small town girl Living in a lonely world She took the midnight train going anywhere Just a city boy Born and raised in South Detroit He took the
out of town, i got to hoppin' on the planes All the time away from home, shit you wasn't in my trust While I'm out of town Rap Hustlin', doing this shit
risk it all right now It's a life or death situation man Y'all don't really understand how I feel right now man It's your boy Kanye to the Chi-town what
kids that thought rap Was past tense, hence the last name Got name for playing basements and such And making songs that our friends loved And when the fish bowl got too small
I'm up to no good Ay, I wish a mothafucka would Chi-town and Detroit, come into they hood Ay, I wish a mothafucka would D.C. and B-Boy, come into they
We gotta come back to ya It's Bobby V. and Luda We just wanna soothe ya Bobby V. and Luda This town is too small for the both of us She's crying, I'm
night And the boy the boy ran out the ring You always lying I ain't lying You lie to your grandkids I seen it Mike Tyson punched the boy in his ribs,