Pro's n Cons Lyrics

F.O.E. Entertainment

Yeah

All love Detroit

F.O.E. Shawn The Don

Yeah

It's all the way up, and I don't give A fuck

130 rounds if you wanna test your Luck

Green beams on everything

My niggas make a scene

I'm living the life that you Motherfuckers dream

The city on my back, I don't need No help

Making moves by myself

With a strap in my belt

I got 50 rounds left, so you better Watch your step

If I let this bitch go, ain't no Calling for help

9 1 1 what's the emergency

A nigga need surgery, you fighting For your life

Over this dope with a currency

Work not locking up nigga, take That shit back

Send friends, turn to foes, at the Drop of a hat

They done circled the block nigga

One too many times, I don't know About yours

But I'm gon' die about mine

Blow whatever on your mind, I Keep heat like Satan

That fire get to dancing once a Bitch get to spraying

Mini Draco, and I'm repping for The homie

Lost his life in the hood

Hit licks on the dice

Thousand dollar plays on the 6 And the 8

You better know the odds will Stay the fuck out the way

Welcome to my city where we Stay on the move

Rest In Peace to all my niggas That's gone too soon

Candle lights and t-shirts, the Feeling of hurt

Pursuit of happiness, yeah we still On the search

We never give up, cause we used To the struggle

So many ups and downs, but we Still gon' hustle

It's a motor city, I'm enjoying the Ride

I pray to see my pops at least one More time

This pain so deep, it's too hard to Disguise

You had too many chances, this yo Last fucking time

Another mistake, I'm gonna make an example

My shooter never hungry, have him blow out your candle

You missing some rules, ain't no fucking excuse

If I front you a bag, you're Supposed to know what to do

Stop fucking them hoes, keep that Back door closed

Just play your fucking part, I'm Directing the show

If you follow the script, then we All be froze

Plenty of ice, I'm still rocking all Gold

This world is so cold, and I just Wanna fly

I embrace the whole city, rep the D till I die

Sleep with one eye open, and one Eye closed

Cuz deez niggas and bitches both Be playing roles

Willie Lynch syndrome, I don't Know who to trust

Tread carefully nigga, or you gon' Get busted

Welcome to my city where we stay on the move

Rest in peace to all of my niggas

That's gone too soon

Candle lights and t-shirts, the Feeling of hurt

Pursuit of happiness, yeah we still On a search

We never give up, cause we used To the struggle

So many ups and downs but we Still gone hustle

It's the Motor City, I'm enjoying The ride

I pray to see my pops at least one More time

Hate to get in the booth, and have To pour out my soul

But I had to let you know, that it's Still on the flow

These chopper's fully auto and Ain't ready to go

You the apple of my eye as I stare Through the scope

If it show it blow, got your people Losing hope

Your eyes closing slow, so that's all She wrote

Man y'all got me fucked up, bitch Who do you love

Couple fiends o d'd, Brody Threw Them in the tub

We fuck up pros, and mingle with Cons

It's Family Over Everything, first Name Shawn

I put the hood on the map, Knocking out niggas naps

Beat the doors off the hinges, and Still supplying the trap

My bags stay heavy, and so is my Heart

It's so hard to let go, after your Loved ones part

This great lake state, put it a lot On your plate

Still we all blessed, I thank God Every day

Welcome to my city where we Stay on the move

Rest in peace to all my niggas That's gone too soon

Candle lights and t-shirts, the Feeling of hurt

Pursuit the happiness, yeah we Still on a search

We never give up, cause we used To the struggle

So many ups and downs, but we Still gon' hustle

It's the Motor City, I'm enjoying The ride

I pray to see my pops at least one More time