On My Feet

Lyrics

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko] I'm still right on my feet You know I come from the southside A place where you can get killed on the inside or outside You can take me out of the street But Imma still land back on my feet [Verse 1: Snug Brim] Southside nigga, 5400 Right here with Skatterman [?] dummy You wonder why niggas actin funny, ridin with they [?] on Chopper in the front seat, cairful, or your chest gone I get that pack on, pure as it come The only [?] you be shooting at is [?] your gun Some of my peoples on the run, slippin felonies Never left the hood, so what the fuck is you tellin me? I could tell you that on an avrage day, I grab a wraith Tell you on the same block, turn 1 to 8 No mistake, this is my life, and I can't help but live it You niggas ferrytails, a storybook gimic When you get big, everybody on your dick and balls I love the way you fuckers hate, better watch your jaws I'm from the southside, I rep it wherever I'm at So watch your mouth motherfucker, watch your head [Chorus: Krizz Kaliko] I'm still right on my feet You know I come from the southside A place where you can get killed on the inside or outside You can take me out of the street But Imma still land back on my feet [Verse 2: Skatterman] Now you can push me off the top of a goddamb skyscraper I'll land on my feet, and still get all my paper Didn't drop a nickle, and my [?] still stuntin Getting money from the bank to the projects in Marsi A southside player, better ask somebody When this shit get rough, a glove and mask [?] Yeah the work come out soft, but it comes out hard I cook it up in a boll, and surve it out in a jar Flip bricks, it'll make you a star Get caught with the sack, you get life for the charge [?] keep on shining Even though the block hot, my niggas keep on grinding I still do it, still get it, still bringing in packs off Still got killers with me that'll knock your head off Grown ass man, but I'm playing with toys Skatterman a boss, not a duffle bag boy [Chorus: Krizz Kaliko] I'm still right on my feet You know I come from the southside A place where you can get killed on the inside or outside You can take me out of the street But Imma still land back on my feet [Verse 3: Paul Wall] I'm in the streets, getting money with the top downNo cheese, just stacking my m's, make them round They tryna climb, but I can't fall off I'm 10 toes on the grind, still fly as a moth You better cover up your eyes, when them choppers arive I'm shining like police lights when my grill is applyed And you in for a surprise when I flash that bitch Cause the diamonds shining hard when they twinckle and gliss Them boys talking down, tryna take my spot On the sidelines watching me, they skemeing and plotting But partner I think not, I'm strapped up with a Glock Not to mention the M up in the stash My hustle's complex, chacing after them cheques For that house, them cars, and them diamonds all around my neck You never gon knock me off of my feat I'm still reppin for my city, and we all litty, baby [Chorus: Krizz Kaliko] I'm still right on my feet You know I come from the southside A place where you can get killed on the inside or outside You can take me out of the street But Imma still land back on my feet