Lyrics:
give a fuck?)
You think I give a fuck if you don't like me nigga?
Put 'em up in a club and fight me
I'm sorry that I'm just so fuckin exciting
Steadily
mouth (Little bitch)
Quick to say "I'm sorry" when you're funny
Y'all can have him, cause Dangerous don't want him
He'll tell a lie almost every other
That sun is hot and that old clock is moving slow
And so am I
The workday passes like molasses in wintertime
But it's July
I'm getting paid by
at a distance and your enemies close
Cause the folks you call friends tend to envy the most
Some cats'll hang themselves if you give 'em a rope
Burn the bridge
a little better with you by my side
And you dance with me in the pale moonlight
Cause hell's a little better with you by my side
After the show we lay in
eyes
When I ride it's a murderous rhythm
And outside became pitch black
A demon glued to my back whispering, "Get 'em"
I got 'em, and I ain't give
much to me, I just wanna give right back to 'em you know
When 16 ain't enough, but I only get 16, that's like a cage you know
When 16 ain't enough, I
Guess I woke up on my bad side
This the mood catch a clue
Nothing that you say gone make it through
Guess I woke up on my bad side
What to do give me
with me (Hell nah)
I got little dudes thinking that they cool with me (Sike)
But I be chilling by myself hanging with my jewelry (Woo)
Me and my jewelry,
are
searching the square roughly turning over baskets and shaking down PASSERS-BY.
BRIAN appears near a rather dull little PROPHET, who is standing
on back, ready for the long haul
Tossed by the winds and the seas
I'll drag 'em all down to hell and I'll stand 'em at the wall
I'll sell 'em to their
over
We could spend a little time outside
All night
Hold me tight, babe, closer
'Cuz your company is feelin' alright
Alright
I can tell by her face,
that I don't like
Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin' em, and so did E
By that
that I don't like
Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin' em, and so did E
By that
white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
Yo quiero sloppy, sloppy
I'll give it to you if you beat it up like Pacqui, Pacqui
I'ma kill 'em with the shoe, no ceiling is in the roof
And I'm
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
a little confused
Another flashback to when I went mad
It's like a heart attack, it's the ultimate proof
It's like a sudden wave, violent hurricane
Got me
of control
Give me time, give me a chance
I’m tryna be bold
Everybody get up and dance,
While I’m on a roll
I said a little prayer hoping for a little bit
We have got the little answers
To the things
That might' be bothering you!
We have got your little toys!
(we're busy makin' 'em!)
Busy makin' 'em
In your city whenever I come (What?)
They with the shit, and nah bitch
They don't give a fuck
Got money by the front of the hood
So I don't give a fuck
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