Befo' it hit the street
It gotta' go through me
(Ay, I'm from Texas
You touch down you gotta check in)
Befo' it hit the street
It gotta' go through me
(Don't get reckless
Don't threaten
We got them weapons)
Shot caller
Lettin' all my dogs loose
Talkin' them Rottweilers
Big baller
Come an get that work
I got it that top dollar
(I got it on me
I got what you need)
Ay, what you flexin' for
Gon' head
Teach a lesson then
I'm Finna' solve problems
That's them Texas Boys
They don't make 'em like us
We'd pull up on Bin Laden
(Ay mayne, say mayne)
You wouldn't believe
In all red
Swimmin' through blue hunnits'
New thang
This ain't new money
Blue face
I Ball with the rock like 2k
In All black like the Bat
Love my city like Bruce Wayne
Went an made a lil' change
In P.A.
You can't name a name
That won't vouch fa' me
Tell I'm lowkey
By the way I move
Couple hunnit' comin' in
By the time I'm through
I could strike 'em down
With my off hand
And with my other hand
I chop a brick in two
Just keep it cool
Play the business smooth
This what them DBoyz gotta' listen to
Make the block twice
What I usually do
Gotta' circle back
Like Hoola Hoop
You know the gang gang
But if he bulletproof
He think he Superman
Then I'm a Kryptonite
Glizzy on me
Two pocket knives
But my hands official
I'll rock you twice
Ran his pockets
Nothin' nice
Step into the crib
Just to make the bitches fight
Hit the kitchen on mission
Lookin' for somethin' particular
Then go an flip the mattress
Check the dresser
Pick the kiddies up
I know it's in here somewhere
Why you gotta' be difficult
Listen to me when I tell you
You gon gimme' the info
Its a shame
I guess this money don't talk
More than yo' kinfolk
Put 'em on the ground
Get 'em away from the window
Get down on ya' knees
Pray to who you wanna' pray to
Tears fallin' down
Imagine that
He talkin now
Everything I came for
Taped under the couch
For cryin' out loud
One shot
Put 'em down
Befo' it hit the street
It gotta' go through me
(Ay, I'm from Texas
You touch down you gotta check in)
Befo' it hit the street
It gotta' go through me
(Don't get reckless
Don't threaten
We got them weapons)
Shot caller
Lettin' all my dogs loose
Talkin' them Rottweilers
Big baller
Come an get that work
I got it that top dollar
(I got it on me
I got what you need)
Ay, what you flexin' for
Gon' head
Teach a lesson then
I'm Finna' solve problems
That's them Texas Boys
They don't make 'em like us
We'd pull up on Bin Laden
(Ay Mayne, say mayne)
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Befo' it hit the street
It gotta' go through me
(Ay, I'm from Texas
You touch down you gotta check in)
Befo' it hit the street
It gotta' go through me
(Don't get reckless
Don't threaten
We got them weapons)
Shot caller
Lettin' all my dogs loose
Talkin' them Rottweilers
Big baller
Come an get that work
I got it that top dollar
(I got it on me
I got what you need)
Ay, what you flexin' for
Gon' head
Teach a lesson then
I'm Finna' solve problems
That's them Texas Boys
They don't make 'em like us
We'd pull up on Bin Laden
(Ay mayne, say mayne)
You wouldn't believe
In all red
Swimmin' through blue hunnits'
New thang
This ain't new money
Blue face
I Ball with the rock like 2k
In All black like the Bat
Love my city like Bruce Wayne
Went an made a lil' change
In P.A.
You can't name a name
That won't vouch fa' me
Tell I'm lowkey
By the way I move
Couple hunnit' comin' in
By the time I'm through
I could strike 'em down
With my off hand
And with my other hand
I chop a brick in two
Just keep it cool
Play the business smooth
This what them DBoyz gotta' listen to
Make the block twice
What I usually do
Gotta' circle back
Like Hoola Hoop
You know the gang gang
But if he bulletproof
He think he Superman
Then I'm a Kryptonite
Glizzy on me
Two pocket knives
But my hands official
I'll rock you twice
Ran his pockets
Nothin' nice
Step into the crib
Just to make the bitches fight
Hit the kitchen on mission
Lookin' for somethin' particular
Then go an flip the mattress
Check the dresser
Pick the kiddies up
I know it's in here somewhere
Why you gotta' be difficult
Listen to me when I tell you
You gon gimme' the info
Its a shame
I guess this money don't talk
More than yo' kinfolk
Put 'em on the ground
Get 'em away from the window
Get down on ya' knees
Pray to who you wanna' pray to
Tears fallin' down
Imagine that
He talkin now
Everything I came for
Taped under the couch
For cryin' out loud
One shot
Put 'em down
Befo' it hit the street
It gotta' go through me
(Ay, I'm from Texas
You touch down you gotta check in)
Befo' it hit the street
It gotta' go through me
(Don't get reckless
Don't threaten
We got them weapons)
Shot caller
Lettin' all my dogs loose
Talkin' them Rottweilers
Big baller
Come an get that work
I got it that top dollar
(I got it on me
I got what you need)
Ay, what you flexin' for
Gon' head
Teach a lesson then
I'm Finna' solve problems
That's them Texas Boys
They don't make 'em like us
We'd pull up on Bin Laden
(Ay Mayne, say mayne)
It gotta' go through me
(Ay, I'm from Texas
You touch down you gotta check in)
Befo' it hit the street
It gotta' go through me
(Don't get reckless
Don't threaten
We got them weapons)
Shot caller
Lettin' all my dogs loose
Talkin' them Rottweilers
Big baller
Come an get that work
I got it that top dollar
(I got it on me
I got what you need)
Ay, what you flexin' for
Gon' head
Teach a lesson then
I'm Finna' solve problems
That's them Texas Boys
They don't make 'em like us
We'd pull up on Bin Laden
(Ay mayne, say mayne)
You wouldn't believe
In all red
Swimmin' through blue hunnits'
New thang
This ain't new money
Blue face
I Ball with the rock like 2k
In All black like the Bat
Love my city like Bruce Wayne
Went an made a lil' change
In P.A.
You can't name a name
That won't vouch fa' me
Tell I'm lowkey
By the way I move
Couple hunnit' comin' in
By the time I'm through
I could strike 'em down
With my off hand
And with my other hand
I chop a brick in two
Just keep it cool
Play the business smooth
This what them DBoyz gotta' listen to
Make the block twice
What I usually do
Gotta' circle back
Like Hoola Hoop
You know the gang gang
But if he bulletproof
He think he Superman
Then I'm a Kryptonite
Glizzy on me
Two pocket knives
But my hands official
I'll rock you twice
Ran his pockets
Nothin' nice
Step into the crib
Just to make the bitches fight
Hit the kitchen on mission
Lookin' for somethin' particular
Then go an flip the mattress
Check the dresser
Pick the kiddies up
I know it's in here somewhere
Why you gotta' be difficult
Listen to me when I tell you
You gon gimme' the info
Its a shame
I guess this money don't talk
More than yo' kinfolk
Put 'em on the ground
Get 'em away from the window
Get down on ya' knees
Pray to who you wanna' pray to
Tears fallin' down
Imagine that
He talkin now
Everything I came for
Taped under the couch
For cryin' out loud
One shot
Put 'em down
Befo' it hit the street
It gotta' go through me
(Ay, I'm from Texas
You touch down you gotta check in)
Befo' it hit the street
It gotta' go through me
(Don't get reckless
Don't threaten
We got them weapons)
Shot caller
Lettin' all my dogs loose
Talkin' them Rottweilers
Big baller
Come an get that work
I got it that top dollar
(I got it on me
I got what you need)
Ay, what you flexin' for
Gon' head
Teach a lesson then
I'm Finna' solve problems
That's them Texas Boys
They don't make 'em like us
We'd pull up on Bin Laden
(Ay Mayne, say mayne)
Writer: Jerry Molley
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