Tell me, sir, where we going now?. The wind blows from town to town. Takin' away, you can never stay.. Something to do, who we were before. Tell you the truth I don't know anymore.
I'm getting out. While I can still count these murders. On only one hand. . I'm through looking after you. Second guessing your next move. Lock the doors, turn out the lights.
take a knIfe. and caRVE Your NaMe iNtO My hEARt. No room LEfT. ToO mANy names deCorAte THIs arT. stiCHeS hold IT TOgether. ScARs rIP it ApARt. yOu caN'T BElieVE iT.
Believe in the blisters once again, deliverance now my only friend. I've crawled through the flesh and back again for us, to be. Near consequence without nothing much.
Fairy tales of fire, more trials of strength and tribulations. That mean life or death for us all here, you are boring me. Solutions not emotion, emotion not declarations.
A prECious lIfe, a hOlLoW soul. iT dragS Me DoWn, NO MaTTeR whERe I Go. I FoRce MYself tO be cOmpletE. CAuse I DON't WannA bE FORgottEN. . but wHat's So preCiouS AboUT tHiS?.
Sittin' here in the belly of the beast, C-Murder. Trapped in crime behind bars, TRU. I'm locked up, ain't no love. They wont let me out, think they testin' me.
If you still need to double check my work. To make sure you agree. If you need to sign an "X" before and after. Every title before it's relevant. . Then I've wasted six years of my life.
Big truck. . I'm too small, too small don't compromise. So have fast, too fast don't realize. I'm have hand on wheel. Let set the sights drive with me.
ThoUSaNd Voices tearing me doWn. THoUsAND vOIces tearinG me down. . a CLeAR CUt i'm NOT bEGGing For anOThER Day. A Clear cUT I'M NoT sEarcHIng FoR anOTHEr way.
Tell it, tell it. Let 'em know, ha ha ha ha ha ha. . Talk how you wanna talk, hang where you wanna hang. Slang where you wanna slang, Goodie Mob and C-Murder man.
As long as there is still breath. Left in your body, friend. Just move, just move. . Youll sleep some other day. Some other time, some other place. Just pray that your hands don't break.
All dressed in black, eyes of attack. Coming with one hand in pocket. To take from me. Sin eyes, I see. Sin is nice to me. Nothing left for me. Reality, forget it.
Where I'm from. Where I'm from. Where you from. Where you from. . [Chorus]. . Where I'm from, only strong niggaz live where I'm from. Where I'm from, only hard niggaz live where I'm from.
OncE MOre i had to stare In YoUR stupid FaCe. It's the lasT tiME i'll strUggle wITH mY enDLEss gRace. once moRe I HAd to hEar your hYpOcRItIcal voicE.
What makes you think. You deserve the sediment of my truth?. You should expect me to be so honest. I owe you nothing, no blue prints for growth. I can barely begin to tackle myself.
You know I just got outta jail and everything. And I'm trying to change my life for the better. You know I got kids to feed but I got a question you know.
Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move. Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove. . Oh, oh, child, way you shake that thing. Gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting.
Hey, deeper in the moment, come with me. This moment is right for mayday. Narcissm will conquer destruction. Waiting and waiting for that rough stake.
Artist: C-Murder f/ Mystikal. Album: Trapped in Crime. Song: What You Bout. . [M] You motherfucking well right.. [C] What's happ'. Motherfucking well right.