feelings still showing, but I'm not going anywhere. Up north. Up north. When the words are all wrong and those thoughts never even crossed your mind. Up north. Up north
D E F G [Verse 2: Young Dro] Aiyyo, pull up on the scene Bitch I'm cleaner than chlorine Blockstar comin' I'm proud of sellin' ?? Shootin' nigga yeah I'm from north
Right now and grab someone (one) *1st verse* Now first of all I'm the boss I just wanna get that across Man even my Dentist hates when I floss Pull up
shouldn'ta tried I send they bodies to they parents up North With they faces, they wrists and they nuts cut off Fuck 'em all what I scream as I dream
we'll walk you through it Step by step like an infant, new kid Inch by inch with a new solution Transmit hits with no delusion The feeling's irresistible
the niggaz cum up Other bitches are trouble Younger bitches go scrub up smelling like you got dug up Obey to shut the fuck up I fertilize the world with
kid that fit flows who used to flip Os I run G for days, you should see how I get hoes I’m international, I get my dick licked ’round the globe I’m sick
I do damage, everytime I pick up th mic I manage To diss someone or get somebody pissed Take off my coat, clear my throat and begin to dismiss All you fucked up
know you know God Bless [Verse 3] I'm racin' with my uncle Russia we the ones with the guns He supported the North so I rolled with South Vietnam
'88 to right now I was never broke back then I was V'd up with a nut cup, problem with the price nigga? see Buck never waitin' in line nigga, I bump
well i packed up all my things i grabbed my bag and kissed my mother and i told her that i'd be back some day so i jumped into the back of an 18-wheeler
a right And if I budge I just might I'm tryin' a find a way I'm tryin' a find a right And if I budge I just might I left my conscience somewhere
jig Here with this handsome kid Ciga-cigar right from Cuba-Cuba I just bite it It's for the look I don't light it Illway the an-may on the ance-day oor
with this handsome kid ciga-cigar right from Cuba-Cuba I just bite it it's for the look I don't light it illway the an-may on the ance-day oor-flay givin' up
up north with me I could do this all day its a part of my routine but supper's almost done and tonight poutine I know where I'm from and I told ya before
break north, the melody Stick to your mind like paste, it can't be erased Face to face, I overpower like bass To the climax, I don't carry a sax I carry
of death Some of y'all busters out there tryin' to waste up But it took some of us hustlers all this time to lace up I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend
Summertime still had on black gloves and scullies The Lex 450 pulled up that's Cornbread Them niggaz from Philly would of called him an old head But he an
