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letra de no love - slim thug

[verse 1]
welcome to houston, the bottom of the south
if you ain’t from ’round here
you might not make it out
i done seen it all, plenty balled then fall
one day buying the mall
next day lost it all
don’t let the hype fool you
keep the tool close by
these jackals will play cool then hit you with the four five
don’t let d-ck riders confuse you, thinking we soft
you gon’ know, when the real street n-ggas out
homestead, greenspoint, 5th ward, acres home
when i was coming up, that’s the streets i roamed
old school with a gl-ss set, paint whip
back when if you rode slab you had to have respect
been on the streets for a long time
never changed, from the bottom to the top
why you watch me?
never stop, i always stayed on grind
and you can do the same if you just wait yo’ time, huh

[chorus]
welcome to my city ain’t no love, n-gga
just automatic weapons and plenty drugs, n-gga
you might not even make it out the club, n-gga
when they get it poppin’, you better duck, n-gga
welcome to my city, ain’t no love, n-gga
drive here and have to go home on the bus, n-gga
don’t be on this gas sh-t looking for love, n-gga
these b-tches want your money
they don’t wanna f-ck, n-gga

[verse 2]
know them ho’s remain violent
everyday we sliding, controlling and profiling
yeah, on them phones acting like we never had sh-t
all up on your curb, n-gga
grimy dirty dirt, n-gga
you spent the same sh-t you did for that foreign ho
have you ever seen a hundred thousand dollar ‘lac before?
heard fat pat before?
well let me tell you about it
welcome to the home of screw, h town verse everybody
ain’t no plex homey, this is no flex zone
them country n-ggas starving, eat a hole through your neck bone
you best have your tour guide with ya’
he best be on point, like a bullseye, n-gga
little j said don’t never let a n-gga play
we from the brookes so it’s cutthroat anyway
sh-t, all i ever wanted was a cup of straight
you add a couple grams, i’ll take a couple lanes, right
you can call it what you want
round here we call it life, some make it, most don’t
but in the words of my og pimp
you gonna respect someone ’round here, real talk
so n-ggas…

[verse 3]
mo city, mother f-cker, that’s where i’m from
look me in the eyes, n-ggas talk that sh-t
and get shot in they tongue
when guns go off we walk away, we too cool to run
every week them ho heads be like:
look what that d-mn fools d-mn done

dammit they done shot up the block again
there was zero near
i don’t trust p-ssy, i put on all three rubbers before i go in
it’s superbowl, you know these ho’s tryna hit a leak
and rap and rock n-ggas will k!ll your -ss
they tryna get a brick, let it down
i’m tryna tell you, don’t be parking on the back streets
even though they know me they might still try to jack me
so i don’t carry one weapon, i gotta pack three
even hpd might catch you slipping, bro it’s that deep
you can still call the drank man and get some codeine
but call the wrong one and get a bottle full of no deine
welcome to houston, my n-gga
where you can have a good time or you can die, n-gga (eh)

- slim thug

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