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(feat. Z-Ro & Yung Redd) [Verse 1: Paul Wall] When you up, you up And when you down, you down But when you fall off Just peep out who still come around And ain't too many gon' hold you down When you down and not on ya luck But I'm a be right by your side Even when that road get rough I keep it cool when the streetz is hott And all your friends that soon forgot They leavin you all alone to rott But I'll be there till you back on top I'm down with ya with no strings No matter what, one hundred I'm willin to feed I'm gettin that paper to feed my krew And no matter what you goin through I'm stayin true... [Chorus: Z-Ro] I know you been searchin for someone To keep it one hundred So tired of mixed love and bullshit And keep keepin it comin Letras de cancionesDamn right he came up from nothin But now he's got money And he's feedin his people And now ain't one of 'em gon' ever go hungry [Verse 2: Z-Ro] Uhh... I represent Mo' City until the day I die I speak the truth even when I say a lie Even lil babys know better than to play with I Would be to lost and never found to say bye bye Ya'll already know I got alot of evil in me But I got alot of that love shit too Cause I promise I'm in love with my ride And I'm in love with what it's sittin on Bitch and my paints so blue Thanks to Paul Wall You already know I got love for ya bro My cup empty yo cup If you less pour some mo My nigga T-faris and J-dawg And even my old school nigga Fuck When they show us hate We gon' show 'em back love Now but last year would've been a different scene But I'm a let you make it Cause I'm really tryna keep it one hundred So stay the fuck away from me please! [Chorus:] I know you been searchin for someone To keep it one hundred So tired of mixed love and bullshit And keep keepin it comin Damn right he came up from nothin But now he's got money And he's feedin his people And now ain't one of 'em gon' ever go hungry [Verse 3: Yung Redd] Homie I'm different like a alien Driven in that mothership It's black it's midnight I'm sittin high up on that numbers list Went from all this paper rain but now I'm never drowsy They talk but I can't even hear the way They wisper 'bout me Even if they doubt me haters I'm off limits Blowin cake Ohh yea I make desert for a livin So many times I swear I spare my last one hundred Like a grade in the class Now that's extra credit [Chorus:] I know you been searchin for someone To keep it one hundred So tired of mixed love and bullshit And keep keepin it comin Damn right he came up from nothin But now he's got money And he's feedin his people And now ain't one of 'em gon' ever go hungry From Letras Mania