Tekst:
The Status Where The Heart Is

let's get away On top of buildings, Or watching all your movies, Now you've got my time Let's get away Now you've got me where my heart is, Tell me that

I need y'all to hear me out there Can y'all hear me out there? Through blocks and boroughs, cops is plottin' Snakes slither while hustlers chop they

flies to a place Where she's loved concrete angel A statue stands in a shaded place An angel girl with an upturned face A name is written on a polished

Yeah, come on, come on, come on This is my family, this is my family, my family Mo Thug music, Mo Thug music Sing, sing, sing, sing along, sing along

you wanna get the money and the status and the mob Better ride when you roll with the crew Take a listen for the bub hit the bud When you hear this in

raised in hell A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled The last one born, and the first one to run My town was blind from refinery sun My generation is

salaries, nigga I already got dough now I'm chasin the power I'm the statue stand tall cuz I'm replacin' the Towers And these niggaz washed up now they faces is

be street I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at) They wanna take care of me (Where they at) I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where

" Arrested, molested myself and got convicted Wearing visors, sunglasses and disguises 'Cause my split personality is having an identity crisis I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyll, disrespectful Hearing