Race 2 Nowhere" Lyrics

      Chorus: Race 2 Nowhere! 4X

     I’m Runnin’ My Lane YEUH! 4X

THE GHETTO" Lyrics

 2. “The Ghetto”

         4:56

Chorus

I’m from the gutta of the ghetto

Headed from the bottom to the top

Cause there’s nowhere left for me to go

I’m from the gutta of the ghetto

 

1st Verse

I’m from the gutta of the ghetto where life sucks

And Mama’s and Daddy’s lose their life over a couple bucks

 

And babies and baby mama’s have to endure the killin

Where all of the local news crews promote the villain

Never promote the willin, not consider the lost

Ones who caught between the guns and paying the cost

 

Dealers payin they boss, boss payin the law

The law turn a blind eye for the crime they saw

 

Money blinding us all

We lust after it bad

Especially presented to people who never had

 

The Messiah is sad, His creation so low

That’s why I represent the poor

I’m from the gutta of the ghetto

 

Chorus

I’m from the gutta of the ghetto

Headed from the bottom to the top

Cause there’s nowhere left for me to go

I’m from the gutta of the ghetto

 

 

2nd Verse

My people livin in the hood tryin to get dough

They sellin bootleg and clothes and booty and blow

 

Daddy locked in a hole

Shawty chasin the cheddar

Mama working so hard tryin to keep family together

 

Tryin to endure the weather and stay close to the light

The trials of life ain’t never right but enduring the fight

 

Not believin the hype and lies the devil will tell

If it was left up to satan we’ll all burn in hell

We’ll all sit in jail; our families will suffer the pain

We’ll all walk through life without callin on Jesus name

 

That’s why satan a lie and God don’t love him no more

And so he hatin on me, bro

I’m from the gutta of the ghetto

 

Chorus

I’m from the gutta of the ghetto

Headed from the bottom to the top

Cause there’s nowhere left for me to go

I’m from the gutta of the ghetto

 

3rd Verse

I’ve lived in gutter ghettos, it’s always been hard

Always been protected by God and always been smart

 

Always been black, poor and ugly, an outcast

Fast with the heart of 200 Hemi’s to out past

 

And outlast my adversaries

Think it’s a game?

And I don’t need my grill and chain to rep Messiah name

 

Cause He was beat for me and died and rose from the grave

That’s why I don’t need a hater, ok, to know I’m saved

 

He love thugs, the ghetto

God, He is not done

I preach and teach and reside where you cannot come

 

Where they ride high on 2 sixes and get low in a 4

Christ died for all of us dog, even the gutta of the ghetto

 

Chorus

I’m from the gutta of the ghetto

Headed from the bottom to the top

Cause there’s nowhere left for me to go

I’m from the gutta of the ghetto

HYDRO" Lyrics

 3. “Hydro”

         3:04

1st Verse

Revolution Art, Revolution Art

PZilla spit a rhyme like a poison dart

 

Who take ya to the gutta when the bassline start

Who in ya chest like King Kong, bust that heart

 

I crank it up like a Lambo Gallardo

I sweat them out, ride out like tie bo

I bust ya head like a NY po-po

Not for real, I don’t kill, that’s a oh no

P-Z-I-L-L-A stay C-R-U-N-K that’s trill

Most rappers will tell you they’ll kill

Won’t bust a grape, pop nothing but a pill

 

I’m bright like Hawaii without 5.0

A blackberry stay sweet like a mango

 

Tic tock, pop lock like bypo

Raise up, drop down like hydro

 

Chorus

 

Florida boy organic all real

One hundred percent, all trill

 

Worldwide I turn down a deal

It was sticky nasty like Enfamil

 

Let rap die if you wanna steal and kill

I flip that, came back with a mass appeal

 

I’m in a vampire throat like a garlic pill

You can’t pimp me, dog that’s a harlot deal

 

Forever flow like a human gobstopper

Quick to shoot like an overweight copper

 

Save ya life like a rescue chopper

Ya need help, just call big poppa

 

I keep ya head bangin out like rock

My John Hancock took me to the top

 

Old school like players from Ohio

Raise the Cadillac and drop it like hydro

 

Chorus

Bridge

26 rims on the candy apple whip

Got them switches on the dash, make that big body tip

 

VIP poppin, got the dance floor hot

When the DJ play this song, make the club wild out

DIRTY DUVAL" Lyrics

4. “Dirty Duval”

          3:07

1st Verse

Tallahassee born…..Jacksonville bred

Cashville, TN is where I lay my head

 

I get bread, get cake, get dough

Then bake it into packs of CD’s like blow

 

Too fast, too furious if you ain’t never know

Go! Like Speed Racer with my foot to the flow

 

You a killa? Playa you ain’t never buss

I joke in Dark Knight like, “Why so serious?”

 

I’m a Kama Kazi, Kawasaki, Dakodi flow on the mic

Blow like a hurricane, swing like orangutan

 

Self defense, haters knowin what it be

We protect the family

I’mma ride like a G

 

I eat from the heat of the beats

I’m a boss now

And rock shows over seas like we cross town

 

I bring pain like jack boys who snatch chains

I get you higher than blow

They wanna, “What’s ya name?”

 

2nd Verse

850 born…….904 bred

615 where ya boy lay my head

Never die dog, me like T-2

Tell you like a real yard, mon

Whatcha gwon do

 

When me boolyka, boolyka

All dem rude boy scattah

When me buss microphone

Kill da heaters fi fun

I fought the laws of God and God won

Put the devil on the run when I represent the Son

 

You represent the guns and blow packs and crack

When I hit you with the truth

Betcha won’t hit back

 

I take you deeper than Chicago snow…Chi-town!

I get you higher than blow

They wanna know, “What’s ya name?”

 

 

 

 

3rd Verse

Dirty Duval…..We tear the roof off

I got that Hercules, you got that RuPaul

 

I’m like a Miercealgo in 5th gear

PZilla bite hard like Tyson on a ear

 

Ya got the people fooled, stuntin with ya lil ice

Fans don’t know you a broke back in real life

 

Pettidee PepsiCola to the game

Higher than 52’s and Perrelli’s on a plane

What’s my name?

FREEZE" Lyrics

 5. “Freeze”

 

Chorus

When you see me in the streets, dog freeze

When I walk it like a G, I freeze

 

1st Verse

I flip the flow like a pro, steady grow man

I Kimbo Slice a mic like Conan

 

Black blues brother blood, I’m a soul man

Ice cold man, focus in control man

 

They bump Zilla worldwide, yes sir man

In and out the window of your whip like bruh man

 

Coast to coast in every hood like a G

If you want love worldwide get like me

 

Chorus

When you see me in the streets, dog freeze

When I walk it like a G, I freeze

 

2nd Verse

These last couple of years I heard some strange thangs

It’s like the whole rap game smoking crack mane

 

Where the real? Where the G’s? Where the truth?

It’s just a hand full of rappers bringin fire to the booth

 

I jump high and hit the ground with a thunder sound

I keep ya warm from the lava of the underground

 

From Kingston town to St Ann’s Bay they say

ZillaMan ah trill mon ‘em no come fi play

 

I use to dance the moonwalk like MJ

But now I dunk the skywalk like MJ

 

Coast to coast in every hood like a G

If you want love worldwide get like me

 

Chorus

When you see me in the streets, dog freeze

When I walk it like a G, I freeze

 

3rd Verse

Ya know they say that hiphop is dead, I don’t agree

But I will tell ya hiphop’s got crabs and herpes

 

Rappers spread the disease, dog it ain’t fair

And label heads blow ya bread in the air

 

They love to drink the devil’s juice, take a swig

Put that black face paint on darkie and do a jig

 

Anything for the bread, paper, feta, cheese

Consider beef raps HIV

 

Just to move a couple of units they’ll bust ya head

But I don’t fear nothing but God, I ain’t never scared

 

If my spirit leave my flesh, I ain’t never dead

All this life I speak on music, I ain’t never dead

 

Girls give me kiss and mama’s give me hug

Give me dap, it’s Pettidee

Mr. Thug Love

 

Coast to coast in every hood like a G

If you want love worldwide, get like me

 

Chorus

When you see me in the streets, dog freeze

When I walk it like a G, I freeze

MY TRUNK BANGIN" feat RAS Lyrics

 6. “Trunk Baggin”

          3:32

1st Verse

I got my trunk bangin',

tip toe'in on them blades bruh_

I am from Florida you know my quad hit fa' days bruh_

 

PZilla pushin' da' Chevy

Raskull in a Lac_

My amps power the city,

8 wrestlers in the back_

 

I'm slumped down,

wifee never be one to hide_

She got them dimes wishin' they was on my right side_

 

My engine sound like godzilla chromed out of control_

On rubber bands deep rims like cereal bowls_

 

 

Rootbeer candy, sittin' in da' Louie seats_

Da' trunk bang vibrate ya heart skip a beat_

 

From Duval County to H-Town we roll steady_

I Rep the 1st, he Rep the 3rd coast,

Already_

 

PZilla & Ras,

Unified outlaws_

10 years still riding through the drought y'all_

 

Take a picture

aint another like mine_

Like Lacre, top down Jesus music in my right mind_

 

Raskull's Verse:

2nd Verse

I got my trunk bangin, bang-bang-bang-bang

Banging

Cops, mad at us all cause so many people hanging out

 

We in the spot tryin to over flow the parking lot

Callin' all cars if you got'em… HEY! bring'em out!

 

Replace my swiches wit' airbags, I use up all my pressure on the first pass tryin to make'em stare at me

 

I guess I got it from my pappy he 60 plus, and bought a new dodge ram homie get ya' weight up

 

We in the south where there never been a drought

It just took a little time, now they see what we about

NOW WHY THAT IS?

808 and deep bass on your chest see you ain't gotta guess when you in the hood man it obvious

 

Fast cars, fast broads, the dudes with fresh scars tattoos in my hood ain’t at all odd

 

We in the park like the million man march

2 million after dark and it keep gettin' large

ON THE RUN" feat K.A.S Lyrics

 7. “On the run”

          3:54  

1st Verse

What pretty boy, see they back at you again

Ain’t nobody got ya back and you ain’t got friends

 

So you try to defend yourself best as you can

Dog, it’s just too many of them, you can’t win

 

So you take knees, elbows, fist to the chin

Hasta-la-Vesta lil busta, until we meet again

 

You said, “I ain’t takin another beatin, that’s that”

Took ya step-daddy pistol and went right back

 

On da block bussin shots you had them convinced

Watch them duck, bob and weave and hoppin the fence

 

Now ya hungry, felt the power of the spit fire

With the thugs now, blowin dro and getting high

 

They call you names now like goon, thug, killa

But that ain’t true, you just learned how to pull a trigger

 

Got a tech and a K

You and ya lil dudes

Rag over ya face posted on Youtube

 

2nd Verse

Killa’s is silent, but ain’t nobody tell you

Hoppin out the window with ya pistol when you bail through

 

Saw it in a movie, thought it was the thang to do

But 5-0 and the real goons is watchin you

 

You got the lil homies and babies mane copyin you

And the haters want ya fame think of poppin you

 

Cause bright lights and thug life, it don’t mix

It’s like swimming with a jacket on full of bricks

 

 

You let them rappers tell you criminal life is great

Drop a body, move a bird and go eat a steak

 

Even you got yaself thinkin you a real goon

But they gone put you to the test homie, real soon

 

In the club a known kill punch you in the face

You pulled a 9 out and emptied out the place

 

Missed the killa, hit a college kid, someone son

Thug life just became unfun…run

 

3rd Verse  -  K.A.S

Keep playin I'mma have to give it to him with the ruger  

No more taking all the bruising, I ain't bout to be a loser 

If Lil Wayne can make a song about it, I can be a shooter   

You might beat me down today but tomorrow two goin through ya 

 

Hold up, ya know what, ya roll need to slow up

Don't make them reach for they holster     

Cause four slugs will have ya head doin doughnuts on ya shoulders  

Ya playin with them soldiers, they make it to go bruhs

I see how you do  

Get so stupid that ya shoe size just a lil higher than ya I.O.

 

 

Certified dummy with that burner by the tummy

Think ya smart enough to get away with murder by the dozens 

But you always gonna get them coppers and you gonna need a doctor   

Cause they gonna make you stutter more times than silk the shocker 

Now you got the jury talkin, boy you got some bigger problems 

Nothin you can do when the judges gaveling, "Get to droppin!" 

THE GRIND" Lyrics

 8. The Grind

          3:40

1st Verse

Steady on the grind, family gotta get fed

I make cake up out of dough boy, I gotta bet bread

 

I gotta keep da lights on and roof over head

And leave enough to live when I’m poof over dead

 

I’m truth over bread but still need it to live

And be a blessing to my folk when I got it to give

 

Streets lend me they ears

God give me the mind

To make a dollar outta dime

Steady on the grind

 

2nd Verse

Steady on the grind, got no time to lose

Family need food, babies grow out of their shoes

 

Take the cheers and the boo’s of life and give them to God

Suck up the bumps and the bruises and steady go hard

Steady go hard, steady go raw

Keep on all alone when friends turn flakey and flaw

 

Deliver the good news and renewing they minds

Free a soul at a time

Steady on the grind

 

3rd Verse

I can’t give up or quit, broke is bad for my health

My kids can’t eat a bowl of sorry for self

 

So I’m taking a step

Ask the Father to bless

Whether I pass or the fail the test, I gave it my best

 

You the Potter, I’m the clay, I follow your lead

And grind for my needs, seeds and never for greed

 

You position my feet and directing the blind

I take a step at a time

Steady on the grind

MY FRIEND" Lyrics

 9. “My Friend”

           3:22

1st Verse

A friend will stick closer than a brother, not these days

Now a friend will try to put you in a grave

 

Kick door ya house, put a gun in ya mouth

Take the food out ya freezer and empty a bank account

 

Now you feeling empty like you did too much

That ain’t true, they hate you, they think you didn’t do enough

 

Cried and prayed for them, helped them get on their feet

Now they hate you and putting all ya business in the street

 

Bout ya house, ya spouse, ya family, ya green

Tid bits of things they should not have seen

 

I gotta open my Bible and read again

Ask the Lord, “Convince me why it’s good to have a friend?”

 

Chorus

My friend, who would think you would turn around

My friend, who would think you would let me down

 

 

2nd Verse

Women got it bad, but men got it worse

A man would shoot, tag and bag you in the back of a hearse

          When it hurt

 We talk about it like it’s all hood

Yeah, they got me dog, but I ain’t unfocused, it’s all good

          But is it really?

Drama and beef won’t tear us apart

Now you regret every single time you opened ya heart

           Not smart

The more that you give, the more people take

It seems like the more people you help

The more people hate

          More hate

I ain’t suppose to let them know when it hurt

I wish it was easy as shakin shoulders and brushing dirt

          Shake them off

It ain’t a joke when they close like kin

Lord, tell me again, what the heck is a friend?

 

Chorus

My friend, who would think you would turn around

My friend, who would think you would let me down

 

 

3rd Verse

I don’t need a friend, that’s what’s it’ll be

‘Til John 15:13 was givin to me

 

Jesus said I had a homeboy sold me for cheap

Instead of watchin while I prayed, my disciples was sleep

 

Healed the sick, raised the dead, brought sight to the blind

But in the end my closet homie denied me 3 times

 

So, what you know about the hurt of a friend?

Just for you is why I hung up on that cross for sin

 

Now be devoted to one another in brotherly love

Romans 12:10 – Honor, put another above

People will come and go, few will fight ‘til the end

 

Jesus Christ, template and definition of a friend

 

Chorus

My friend, who would think you would turn around

My friend, who would think you would let me down

LOOK AROUND" feat Philip White: Lyrics

 11. “Look Around”

          3:42        

Chorus

 

1st Verse

He lookin for jobs, she lookin for funds

Mama’s of the Iraq soldiers is lookin for sons

 

He lookin retirement, they ain’t lookin to pay

He lookin for who took away his 401k

 

He lookin to stay, she lookin to leave

She laughin while he beg and plead and walk on his knees

 

He look for revenge for all the games she played

He killed his wife in broad day and just walked away

 

Dealer lookin for junkie, junkie lookin for fix

And she lookin to meet rent, so she lookin for tricks

 

We fake like we got it all and lookin for nothing

But take a look, we like lookin

We lookin for something

 

Chorus

 2nd Verse

 

Child lookin for parent, parent lookin for child

We all lookin for the capture of a pedophile

 

Lookin for our soldier’s doin what they can

Dying in a foreign land at the hand of the taliban

 

We still lookin for peace at home, in the hood

Hey look, we glorify killin like killin is good

And good is bad, lovin Jesus is soft

But you da hardest thing around

Lord, I pray for the lost

 

I pray for the boss, who cutting the cost

Who have to reluctantly tell them he layin them off

 

We wait and take a fake look, like we nothing for nothing

Look around cause everybody is lookin for something

 

Chorus

 

3rd Verse

Lookin for relief, Katrina, have people forgotten

And tell me when we stop lookin for Osama Bin Laden

 

People loosin their home, lookin for places to live

The food banks hurtin, lookin for places that give

 

Lookin for anything to relieve the stress

America’s on a pill poppin junkie express

 

We lookin for the next rehab and the grave

A medicated nation new way of makin a slave

 

If you lookin for God, only one is the Christ

The one beat, died, rose and gave you your life

 

Ultimate sacrifice, price is costing you nothing

Shed His blood and love

Everybody lookin for something

FLY" Lyrics

 12. “Fly”

          3:52 

1st Verse

I’m big and Scary

Baldhead and black

I’mma stay who I am and ya can’t change that, Naw

 

I’m feelin the pressure of being a man

Gotta keep my feet movin

Can’t sink in the sand now

 

I said the Klan wanna kill and my brothers do too

Endangered species, Lord what I’m gon’ do now

 

 

 

Chorus:

For now I

Cry...cry away

Close my eyes and cry….cry away

Lift my eyes and fly away

Spread my wings and fly and never cry again

And never cry again

 

2nd Verse

If I don’t act like you

I can’t be in your club

Go ahead and kick me out

I don’t need your love, now

 

If you owe me some money

Don’t take it for joke

You never know what a man will do when he broke, now

 

I said, the streets wanna kill me and my brothers do too

Endangered species, Lord what I’m gone do now

 

Chorus

For now I

Cry…..cry away

Close my eyes and cry….cry away

Lift my eyes and fly away

Spread my wings and fly and never cry again