One Hundred Lyrics - Fast Life - Paul Wall

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 

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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 

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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