CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Drought Pain
(Gangsta Grillz, you b*st*rds)
Nah'm sayin'?
It's only right
We used to buy this sh*t by all means, my n***a
We speaking about the benefits of hard work
Nah mean? Deal, steal, kill
Mr. Thanksgiving
Let's go
I'm the definition of this
Uh, yo
Like when the drought came, these n***as had felt drought pain
TCF
That's when the "For Sale" sign on the house came
N***as goin' broke, ain't nobody got no coke
Fiends can't even smoke, real n***as [?]
38 Special
I try and bounce back but I ain't got no [?]
TCF
I deaded my last one, he ain't showing no love
Huh
I ain't holding no grudge, it's all in the game
Never thought I'd see the day [?] hard with the 'caine
Team Invasion
Get 'em
Now when I say it got hard, man, it really got hard
N***as that was ballin' last year, got jobs
'07? The year of the losses
Ended the career of these fake a** bosses
No more flossin', no more auctions
No more talkin', whole lot of coffins
F**k that, n***as gettin' beat
So when I go the store now, I'm riding with the heat, motherf**ka
Now what the f**k these n***as talkin' 'bout a drought?
If it ain't up north then I'm headed to the south, for real
Only real n***as know what I'm about
I get the sh*t home then I get the sh*t gone, come on
Only real n***as know how I floss
If it ain't down south then I'm headed to the north, for real
Only real n***as get to be a boss
Ah man, Shay, let's go
I get the sh*t home then I get the sh*t gone, come on
Buff City Records, what's up?
I caught a jook for three bricks, but that ain't last long
Turnt that three into five, hit the ave, it was on
Stan Simon
N***as [?] my phone, I'm like, "That b*t*h gone"
They like, "Are you serious, n***a? You dead wrong"
What
Sh*t, since they couldn't get their hands on weight
I stretched my sh*t so hard it was damn near fake
Look, all the powder gone but you know the cook good
Well, I'm lying, but the sh*t look good
Spesh
Y'all had to [?] standing in line
Y'all ain't gone get [?] money for them faggot a** shines
You broke n***as ain't got half of my grind
I show you how to do this, a half at a time
Break that brick down, take half, leave half at home
Call a n***a in a half and half his dome
Go back, break that other half to stones
Or save half of that for the acetone
Now what the f**k these n***as talkin' 'bout a drought?
If it ain't up north then I'm headed to the south, for real
Only real n***as know what I'm about
I get the sh*t home then I get the sh*t gone, come on
Only real n***as know how I floss
If it ain't down south then I'm headed to the north, for real
Only real n***as get to be a boss
I get the sh*t home then I get the sh*t gone, come on
Dedicated to everybody sitting down
This is stand up music
We got you
585, I see you
Nah'm sayin'?
It's only right
We used to buy this sh*t by all means, my n***a
We speaking about the benefits of hard work
Nah mean? Deal, steal, kill
Mr. Thanksgiving
Let's go
I'm the definition of this
Uh, yo
Like when the drought came, these n***as had felt drought pain
TCF
That's when the "For Sale" sign on the house came
N***as goin' broke, ain't nobody got no coke
Fiends can't even smoke, real n***as [?]
38 Special
I try and bounce back but I ain't got no [?]
TCF
I deaded my last one, he ain't showing no love
Huh
I ain't holding no grudge, it's all in the game
Never thought I'd see the day [?] hard with the 'caine
Team Invasion
Get 'em
Now when I say it got hard, man, it really got hard
N***as that was ballin' last year, got jobs
'07? The year of the losses
Ended the career of these fake a** bosses
No more flossin', no more auctions
No more talkin', whole lot of coffins
F**k that, n***as gettin' beat
So when I go the store now, I'm riding with the heat, motherf**ka
Now what the f**k these n***as talkin' 'bout a drought?
If it ain't up north then I'm headed to the south, for real
Only real n***as know what I'm about
I get the sh*t home then I get the sh*t gone, come on
Only real n***as know how I floss
If it ain't down south then I'm headed to the north, for real
Only real n***as get to be a boss
Ah man, Shay, let's go
I get the sh*t home then I get the sh*t gone, come on
Buff City Records, what's up?
I caught a jook for three bricks, but that ain't last long
Turnt that three into five, hit the ave, it was on
Stan Simon
N***as [?] my phone, I'm like, "That b*t*h gone"
They like, "Are you serious, n***a? You dead wrong"
What
Sh*t, since they couldn't get their hands on weight
I stretched my sh*t so hard it was damn near fake
Look, all the powder gone but you know the cook good
Well, I'm lying, but the sh*t look good
Spesh
Y'all had to [?] standing in line
Y'all ain't gone get [?] money for them faggot a** shines
You broke n***as ain't got half of my grind
I show you how to do this, a half at a time
Break that brick down, take half, leave half at home
Call a n***a in a half and half his dome
Go back, break that other half to stones
Or save half of that for the acetone
Now what the f**k these n***as talkin' 'bout a drought?
If it ain't up north then I'm headed to the south, for real
Only real n***as know what I'm about
I get the sh*t home then I get the sh*t gone, come on
Only real n***as know how I floss
If it ain't down south then I'm headed to the north, for real
Only real n***as get to be a boss
I get the sh*t home then I get the sh*t gone, come on
Dedicated to everybody sitting down
This is stand up music
We got you
585, I see you
