Lyrics:
time dog ain't the one
Ery'time a nigga fell
You'd be right there to catch him
But the one time you deny him
Now that clown mad at ya
Look fuck that,
day and I thought about just spittin' bars
Talkin' bout my life, man, that shit was great, man, I couldn't go back
To those people who said that my shit
daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him
I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents
What I'm
was abused, and he was molested
By his father who's suppose to give him love and protection
Now the boy is a man that is ruled by the pain
He never got
you who said
We’d be together for all time
But it keeps messing with my mind
My heart, my soul
I gave, it’s yours
I can’t get back
All the things
Everybody gotta cry once in a while
But how long will it take 'fore you smile?
This is that come back to life shit
My niggas pick me up and we gon' light
in advance
Only selling by the pound no window shopping for a gram
Have mercy
Get that bitch some water man she lookin' kinda thirsty
Said you not
say, Girl what who that
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil' Wayne (nop)
Cause I'm way more flyer
Have you hanging round a bunch of yeyo buyers
achieving
I told him reach for the stars, and keep on reaching
He hit me with these bars man this kid was preaching
I ain't got no fans - Not even fam
Nobody
Calamity Jane
Oh, hear the story of my Calamity Jane,
c gorgeous woman lady who'd broken up her chains.
She was married to a rifle
(Her witness was
need to man up
Because I stand tuff Drom the city where they can't cry
Los Angeles by the beach on the Westside
Yes I Know I'm better than the next guy
in the rama lama ding dong
Who put the bop in the bop, shoo bop, shoo bop
Who put the dip in the dip, da dip, da dip
Who was that man I'd like to shake
And Arin Hanson that man ain't handsome
Jim Chapman
Might as well dress in drag or a bin bag
Fuck Big Stig and Syntax
Fuck Strippin and Sjin, twats
I don't
motherfuckers, I said Fuck These Hoes
Fuck These Hoes
Man I said Fuck These Hoes
Ain't no luck with the buck, these hoes
Struck these hoes, I said Fuck These Hoes
cursed
Then I started thinking that maybe death will be worse
Piece of butter for my lunch, I was fed like a runt
Fuck what Jesus said, I ain't breaking
get to you come hell or high water
Now tell me who's the man
Karma it's a funny thing
It can make you cry it can make you sing
You're gonna get a taste
Pam Grier
The man's here, there's no fear
Came through with no tears (Wah) i don't cry
Matter fact, I don't lie like a bedside
To tell the truth
Then I
Ninety seven to two thousand, check it! (Ha! Ha! La!)
[Wyclef]
Jericho sound
No Woman No Cry (We 'bout to set it!)
Yes! Yes! (We 'bout to set it!)
Yeah man, I'll smoke with you you know what I'm saying?
I'm saying it ain't nothing you know what I'm saying it ain't shit to me
You know what I'm
she wasn't aware
I was there, or maybe she was and just didn't care
Who knows? At least that ain't up in the air for some to see
So like a chick who
love him when he hurt us all the time?"
Black eyes, silent cries
I was watching you hurt
Even took some of the blame
You said you'd always put me first
ain't good for my image
So Big Daddy, you know it's time to kick a verse
But do your man a favor, don't curse
Uh, the smooth rap inventor that enter
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
From the guys who chased ur heart, i actually deserved it
And we had plans for the future man
Vacation living, white sands as we getting tanned
Bookin’
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