Yo Wondu you make this beat? Ya man it's your boy Press Machine man A lot of these niggas in the city can't do what they want man, you know what I mean? But... You know what I mean? I live by shit like that's my code. My code. Know what I mean? I do what the fuck I want in these streets man. Fucking say what the fuck I want. You can't tell me shit motherfucker Yo bullet to the back make a pussy nigga yell And I had to get this money 'cause I heard it too surreal Then at the label all alone trying to orchestrate a deal We was riding past the block we hit the brakes he had to bail And I come from the field leave a nigga by the hill And the trappers that got high we was aiming outer space Smokin' strain, you insane, I ain't feeling on the girl If he ever try to share it with a nigga he get killed I come from the trap house, my druggy named Tom I'm a wizard with this .357 it's a wand And Pressa get it gone like a Mexican Don Hit a nigga broad day he was dead by the dawn In the night get it early yeah mommy used to worry We was coolin on his block with the same Dirty Harry It's 350 long and a .357 We was riding on the block and my name ring already I was cooking up confetti We got 16 in his belly We put 6 up in his belly Yeah don't get me wrong We put 16 in the semi And my niggas they so deadly If them niggas circle 'round we gone get em gone We riding right or wrong, and ask em what they on And do the right thing like he get a billion We focus Adderall and this a Gucci scarf And free my nigga Jimmy And Smiley don't even smile no more I come from the tan more But I don't mind nor' My life a movie but nigga need to film more My opps they super super shaky need to kill more These niggas broke up in these streets so than what's the trap for I was trapping up north And still trying go north I knew if niggas want more notes then druggies pay more And the system tie you up like extension cords You make his flight board, homicide Bullet to the back make a pussy nigga yell And I had to get this money 'cause I heard it too surreal Then at the label all alone trying to orchestrate a deal We was riding past the block we hit the brakes he had to bail And I come from the field leave a nigga by the hill And the trappers that got high we was aiming outer space Smokin' strain, you insane, I ain't feeling on the girl If he ever try to share it with a nigga he get killed I'd keep a deal witcha My niggas deal witcha We blow off his whole Mitchell No Mitchell Ness And my niggas got birds like the bird nest And I was on the BMX with my TEC And it's that Gucci linen We put some shells up in you This nigga from Manila My shooter come and get you And fuck all them niggas praying on my downfall And this that Wass Gang ya the outlaw And we the Men in Black These bullets real as back Fucking with recipes Fuck up the whole lab And we was Gucci down Look like we dapper down And my niggas get you guns take you to Wonderland We selling bricks and need to lay low And ask the lil nigga what he bring to the table And if you niggas ain't bringing to the table Niggas connected like the cable, one shot leave a nigga fatal Bullet to the back make a pussy nigga yell And I had to get this money 'cause I heard it too surreal Then at the label all alone trying to orchestrate a deal We was riding past the block we hit the brakes he had to bail And I come from the field leave a nigga by the hill And the trappers that got high we was aiming outer space Smokin' strain, you insane, I ain't feeling on the girl If he ever try to share it with a nigga he get killed Yeah, you know how we rocking man, it's your boy Press Machine man Ain't nobody go harder than me in my city, you feel me? You feel me, you know what I mean? We come from the trenches and A lot of niggas rapping about trenches and I don't know if it make them feel good, but It feel good when it's our side having fun on your block, you know what I mean man? When we was fucking running from shit You know what I mean, running from the cops and shit, chasing the opp 'Skrt'-ing with no license plate and All that, man I'd sell shit, trying make a living for our family and You know what I mean? It's your boy Press Machine man we just trying to get it Major successful and shit

What up on my Harlem niggas My BK niggas Back uptown baby Lennox Ave. My Oyas on Broadway all day Aye yo you love the way I rep black Step the f back 'Fore I bring out the guns And chest check Respect that Any girl I met that Hit that Love the way I spit that I don't kit kat Push your wig back Get you shit snatched Get your ribs cracked Got a friend Have me kick that Get that Sit back School shit skip that Learn how to flip pack For the big stacks And the big act Now I got the big gats Click, clack, uhh Since day one been in a ditch Came with a snitch Now I'm in the pen in the mix Friends sending me flicks Girls sending me kicks Been in some shit Had to tap a chin with a fist When the? Begin with a stich End in a kiss So yo so I blend in the mix Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick 8½ on the dope ask Dominican Rich Winning and rich Eating on cinnamon grits Grinning and shit How a nigga spin in 6 See they all see the 12 But you see me in it TVs in it BBs kinted Ask who it is You see me tinted I did drive-bys Now I take you on top of a high rise See if you can sky dive I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium How 'bout the Palladium Fuck it Yankees Stadium uhh Play people, jumped up and sprayed people I got dudes that'll jigg you with a AIDS needle You not a threat You want it you got it bet I'll leave your momma and your poppa wet Nigga wait now I'm set I'll go another route Kidnap your family make you brother eat your mother out After I done dug her out Needles to drug her out Pillows to smother out You don't give a fuck about, I'm what a thug about I'm through wit' it Your crew ain't even true wit' it I see your man he's like umm nothing to do with it I know you pack like that But Cam why you act like that SHUT UP nigga clack clack clack Pat pat pat Rat tat tat Put fear 'fore envy Nigga I'm not in fear of any I'll leave a nigga black and blue Like a pair of Pennys While me and Betha Throw fiestas By alma queta Chicqueta Monero Nieta Don't ever fuck around with the Don's cheddar See Jimmy Jones frontin' in the Jon Cletta Or the black boots Jumpin out to act cool Cars never lease 'em Girls? 'em My man and his wifey want me down with the threesome Niggas tease 'em Bitches please 'em When I'm out of town yo my pants got a crease in 'em All calls valid Never hard mallet Dallas Been up in you favorite star's stlyus Coward Bite on my hoes like Marv Albert But you should thank Un though Coulda made you run though Been at your front door Gun hold for fun though Guy- Yo, yo, yo, yo (Cam- What's up?) what the fuck is wrong with you Cam- Fuck that it's not a game Guy- Yo, you ain't gotta be rythmin for niggas like that Cam- Man fuck them niggas B Guy- Yo, you know what you do Cam- What? Guy- Tell these niggas the real deal Cam- Aight check it Aiyyo I'm?, cook up the crack Everytime you look up a gat Got you shook up attack huh Look in the back, nah The guns I had put in the back I want the hook up in check On this work of the rap Now I'm not saying what I like Or what I dislike But get the fuck out my face til' your shit's right See baby boy I carry guns, you know the big type The kind that might give you a 10 year fear of life And I was just like y'all flippin' hundred pack But nowadays I'm a owner and you're a runningback You got to understand baby I'm done with the crack I get pure white coke from Columbian cats Or the cocaine plan Leave your whole brain dead Light this herb Don't mean to disturb Never been to Sesame Street but I flip a big bird And I know stealers and they not from Pittsburgh No kids rapping or ostriches Just kidnapings and hostages So, y'all better obey We shoot pro way Mess with us no way Now go 'head go play

Whoop, Whoop Clyde plays electric bass, Plays it with finese and grace Set on a porch, ain't got no shoes Pickin' the bass and singin' the blues Misery loves company, This ole dog sings harmony, Tamborine tied to his tail, You can hear him moan, you can hear him wail, Yeah Whew Jody baby, she got a dollar, Down the road, you can hear her holler, Git up Clyde, we got things to do, That ole dog can sing the blues, He don't move, he don't flinch Clyde, he don't move an inch, Set on a porch, ain't got no shoes, Pickin' the bass and singin' the blues Whoop Whoop Clyde plays electric bass, Played it with finese and grace Set on a porch, ain't got no shoes Pickin' the bass and singin' the blues

I've held it all inward, God knows I've tried But it's an awful awakening in a country boy's life To look in the mirror in total surprise At the hair on my shoulders and the age in my eyes Amanda, light of my life Fate should have made you a gentleman's wife Amanda, light of my life Fate should have made you a gentleman's wife It's a measure of people who don't understand The pleasures of life in a hillbilly band I got my first guitar when I was 14 Well, now I'm over 30, still wearing jeans Amanda, light of my life Fate should have made you a gentleman's wife Amanda, light of my life Fate should have made you a gentleman's wife

(Billy Joe Shaver - Hillman Hall) Omaha you've been weighin' heavy on my mind Guess I never really left it all I'm turnin' all those roads I walked around the other way Coming back to you Omaha. Omaha, Nebraska was that good enough for me Always thought I was the roamin' kind With the pockets full of dreams in my worn shirt on my back I left there looking for some things to find. Rode my thumb to San Francisco I worked down by the bank Got some schoolin' faithful by the law The hardest thing I learned there was there ain't no easy way To get ahead behind those county walls. So it's so long California reckon I'll be a movin' on I'm leavin' even if I had to crawl I've got some losin's laying round That I left them burn waitin' there for me in Omaha. Omaha you've been weighin' heavy on my mind Guess I never really left it all I'm turnin' all those roads I walked around the other way Coming back to you Omaha. --- Instrumental to fade ---

(Roger Bowling - Hal Bynum) One, two, three, four, In a barroom in Toledo across from the depot On a barstool she took off her ring I thought I'd get closer so I walked on over I sat down and asked her, her name. When the drinks fin'lly hit her she said I'm no quitter But I finally quit livin' on dreams Hungry for laughter and here ever after I'm after whatever the other life brings. In the mirror I saw him I closely watched him I saw the look in his eyes He came to the woman who sat there beside me And slowly started to cry. His big hands were calloused he looked like a mountain For a minute I thought I was dead But he started shaking his big heart was breaking As he turned to the woman and said. You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille With a four hungry children and a crop in the field I've had some sad times, lived through some bad times But this time your hurtin' won't heal. You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille. After he left us I ordered more whiskey She said let's go have a ball From the lights of the barroom to a rented hotel room We walked without talkin' at all. Lord, she was a beauty but when she came to me She must've thought that I'd lost my mind I couldn't hold her 'cause the words that he told her Came back to me time after time. You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille With a four hungry children and a crop in the field I've had some sad times, lived through some bad times But this time your hurtin' won't heal. You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille. --- Instrumental to fade ---