(feat. Z-Ro)



[Hook x2]

You got a problem with my city, get the fuck out

Ain't got nothing good to say bout Houston, get the fuck out

We ain't trying to deal with no mo' haters, we already got enough

Get the fuck out our city, before you end up in the dust



[Z-Ro]

H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S

We got Crips and Bloods and crooked cops, that'll open up your chest

Think I'm lying, HPD'll pull over on a dark road

Then snatch your ass out the back seat, and let they pistols unload

Even though I'm out on bond, when I'm out in public I'm armed

Plus I'm rolling with them lil' ignant niggaz, Boss and Jay'Ton

And Lil B, out of R-I-D-G-E-M-O-N-T

And y'all know I'm packing that artillery, that can crack the concrete

Micro down South folks post, smoking on that good dro smoke

Either in my Crentley or my Fleetwood, letting 83's poke

Holding the wood grain sturning wheel, South Main the kill burning still

Go under the six and left, and hop on six-ten I got a soda I'm put a six in

And a cold ass doggy style, I'ma put a bitch in

Some of y'all niggaz are busters, but garunteed we real on this end

If you don't know, ya better ask somebody

Give it up for Houston bitch, or we gon blast somebody



[Hook x2]



[Jay'Ton]

Now you can see me in my city, sitting low on swangs

With the trunk popped glock cocked, waiting for haters

In my city we play no games, South Klique what I claim

And if a nigga disrespect us, you'll get one in your brain

So just sit back and chill, 'fore your ass get grilled

By a guerilla nigga that's only 18, worth a mill

Banging my music slowed down, wrecking shows out of town

Niggaz talking that bullshit, and get you put underground



[Lil B]

H-Town is where I hang change lanes, and grip on grain

Bo'guarding intersections in Texas, we po' up mayn

You got a problem with my city, then address it

17 shots, from the glock'll be your blessing

I'm sick of you haters talking down, cause we be wrecking

Ain't nothing but hustlers down here, we feddy fetching so get to stepping

I'm letting you know, it ain't no games being played

Lil B the main reason, y'all roaches getting sprayed



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[Trae]

Houston we have a problem, where a asshole pissed the fuck off

Born and raised out the city, where the street life'll get you fucked off

And lately these niggaz getting beside theyself, like they can

Until I greet 'em with the heat, to make 'em understand

It ain't nothing weak around here, cause it go down around here

Buck the H if you wanna, you'll never get found round here

I promise you other niggaz, got the game out of line

Houston Texas until I die, we ain't hard to find



[Boss]

See we be swanging through these neighborhoods, on these swangas we swanging on

Can't see us in foreign bitches, Perelli we gliding on

Maab afilliated, so me and my niggaz riding on

Get the fuck out my city, cause hating'll get you flying home

Sliding home, out of town plexing'll get you boxed up

Niggaz get put in six foot Zip-locks, for trying to box us

I'm from the H, I keep it E to the B

H to the G, till you see me in these streets with my heat



[Hook x2]