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When you up, you up and when you down, you down
But when you fall off just peep out who still come around
It ain't too many gon' hold you down
When you down and not on ya luck
But I'ma be right by your side even when that road get rough
I keep it cool when the streets is hot
And all your friends that soon forgot
They leavin' you all alone to rot
But I'll be there till you back on top
I'm down with you with no strings
No matter what, one hundred or more than a few
I'm gettin' that paper to feed my crew
And no matter what you goin' through, I'm stayin' true
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
Ain't no one of 'em gon' ever go hungry
I represent Mo' City until the day I die
I speak the truth even when I say a lie
Even lil' babies know better than to play with I
Would be to lost and never found to say bye bye
Y'all already know I got a lot of evil in me
But I got a lot 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 pants 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'ma let you make it
'Cause I'm really tryna keep it one hundred
So stay the fuck away from me, please
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
Ain't no one of 'em gon' ever go hungry
Homie, I'm different like a alien
Drivin' in that mothership, it's black, it's midnight
I'm sittin' high up on that numbers list
Wet from all this paper rain but now I'm never drowsy
They talk but I can't even hear the way they whisper 'bout me
Even if they doubt me, haters I'm off limits
Blowin' cake, oh yeah, 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
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
Ain't no one of 'em gon' ever go hungry

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Hands Like Houses is a post-hardcore group from Canberra, ACT, Australia. The band is renowned for its live performances and sophisticated musical style, garnering the group a large following in the Canberra area. The group released one EP entitled "Bear in Mind, I'm a Lion" and were highly ranked on alternative radio station Triple J's Unearthed competition. In 2010, the band went to Chango Studios in Florida to record its first work under its new name with producer Cameron Mizell, the new EP was due for release at some point later in the year...

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