Haystak Off Tha Wall Lyrics

Portrait of a White Boy Track Listing
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Fight, Write, Die
  • 3 Dadgummit
  • 4 Broads & Alcohol
  • 5 Red Light
  • 6 Hustle & Flow
  • 7 Still You Doubted Me
  • 8 Off Tha Wall
  • 9 Girl
  • 10 My First Day
  • 11 Make Money
  • 12 Strangest Dreams
  • 13 Big
  • 14 Staks World
  • 15 Safety Off
  • 16 First White Boy
  • 17 Done
  • [Intro:]
    Ladies and gentlemen we don't normally tolerate no whole lot of rift raft round here at
    The Thirsty Turtle located at 1901 Gainesville rd Loudon, Tennessee but tonight...
    Tonight were gonna make an acception for a local boy who has done big things.
    I want er'body to put your hands together, big Thirsty Turtle welcome for Haystak MacMillion.

    Uh..Fire in da hole fuck yourself
    Blew da whole house up cookin meth
    Where we at boy shoulda hooked a left
    Now we ridin through da suburbs scared ta death
    Cause I ain't got no business being over here
    Police behind me wit a open beer
    Blue lights in da rear view mirror
    I know y'all ain't from round here
    Down deep off in dat dirty man
    Good people do dirty thangs
    Hard to be clean in a dirty game
    So you do you an I'll do da same
    Against da grain way I came
    Whole lot a good people did da same
    Mouths ta feed...kids ta raise
    Some of y'all ain't got shit ta say
    But I'll flip da flava, snap one day
    An I'll holla at y'all like what u say bra
    Twelve a stress I got dressed
    Came to da thang to drank some dranks
    Think I might end up in a argument
    Smack dab in da middle of a incident
    But wen ol'boy got up off his ass again
    He look like he just been in a accident.

    [Hook x2:]
    Lil somethin' I wrote when I was off da wall
    All y'all...holes in da wall
    They all... fuck the law
    Grab a broad
    Fill your cup with alcohol

    Ham bone, ham bone where u been
    Around da block and piggyback again
    Crops ain't ready ta...cut yet
    Fuck dat we gonna drop em cut said
    Put it on da market,hot shit
    If you ain't got it cop it
    I spit...ridiculously
    Ain't no other rappers fuckin with me
    Hey little big words
    Big nouns
    Big verbs
    Big adjectives
    Bitch get it how you live
    Talk shit till I find your crib
    Hide da kids
    All is fair in love and war
    Motherfuckers don't give a fuck no more
    My baby don't stay at 1304
    Think I ain't got the mac11 no more
    But come on in
    But when you come in da den
    I'm puttin' 1 in your chin
    Then 1 in your friend
    And when the motherfuckers finally let me out da pen
    I bet you bitches never ever try to get me again.

    [Hook x2]

    Two things I learned since I started
    Two kinds of work good and garbage
    Two kinds of coke
    The kind you shoot
    And the kind you smoke
    The kind that dissolves
    And the kind that float
    But it all comes in on banana boats no it don't
    Gets hot in the jungle goats and mules
    You payin for the dope, the boat,the fuel
    The distance between the connection and you
    And if you live up north the best thang to do
    Come down south...work somthin' out
    Go back home and start frontin' em out
    Cash clients get a nice surprise
    But watch da motherfuckers cause they might be vice
    Get up in da mornin'... go to work
    Try to look as though you don't do dirt
    Stay low-pro and you wont get hurt
    Keep thinkin' they tappin'
    And you wont get worked
    You ain't gotta wear diamonds all da time
    Damn dog you ain't Busta Rhymes
    That shinin' don't make any sense you idiot
    You ain't legitimate
    You had half a time before drug and diapers
    Runnin' round here like you outta ur mind
    Somebody gonna drop dime
    Just a matter of time
    Watch what I tell ya

    [Hook x2]

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