Lyrics:
My daddy was workin' nine to five
When my momma was havin' me
By the time I was half alive
I knew what I was gonna be
But I left school and grew
Goodbye my friend, goodbye
My love, you're in my heart
It was preordained that we should part
We're united by and by, united by and by
Goodbye
talk business, begin by addressin' the bricks
That was missin' in the last shipment
At first, everything nice, everything routine
Jocks lining up
Exit 6 LeRon
I did it all by myself, Just by myself
I ain't need no help Nahh I did it Ya'll yo-yo I did it y'all
I did it all by myself Just by
A worthless handshake, the slickest thief, I steal your wealth
I answer your prayers for greed and lust
More than evil, I laugh at your trust
I am more
a ride in Thailand. Sources said that it was because of a breakdown in communicating. Oh lord, the boat was towed into Thai waters by a German freighter
that I see
All races and religions, that's America to me
The place I work in, the worker by my side
The little town or city where my people lived
nun'
I'm havin' the pounds in the
Hood like Big Pun
I'm stackin' the hunnids'
I know I'm the one
No handshake, I don't know you nigga
I got a hunnid'
handshakes and ties
We see past the disguise
Greed, madness, and lies
It's time for the fuse to light
You really shouldn't be surprised by our intentions
Deisel on the belt Iding me
Is the tank full or u on e wit me
Cuz it takes effort to b
Forced love
Forced handshakes
And forced clubs
16 already felt like
Muhammad will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes
Where a man is determined by how much a man make
Cop Cognacs and spit old
for them
I ain't ever been the G at the bar
That get them bitches hella wet just by seeing his arms
You know the boy about the leg work
I plant
more cowboys
If we did it with a handshake, we'd save a lot of paper
That'd save a lot of trees we're shippin' overseas to make her
If we stood by
these dude
Yeah we could jump 'em and check em, by sprayin' techs at these fools
Make it to trial, you don't win, indirectly you lose
You bad, makin' that
I don't know what love is
We even got a secret handshake
And she loves the music that my band makes
I know I'm young, but if I had to choose her
(don't-don't)
I swear by the Gods (don't break up the fight let 'em rumble)
Don't make enemies with me nigga (fuck all y'all)
Niggas gonna see they caskets
with the fake-ass handshakes
You can slide by me with the rest of them damn snakes
Flakin' like paper while I'm takin' my life serious
You talkin'
I take my goons out to see some landscape, nigga
We smoking Parmesan, smoking handshake, nigga
My bitch classy and she keep her classmates with her
the game, never make it out
I blow a pound, rollin' weed by the ounce
Them niggas talk but they can't amount
Big bands in my bank account
Seen it all,
talk business, begin by addressin' the bricks
That was missin' in the last shipment
At first, everything nice, everything routine
Jocks lining up
America to me
The place I work in
The worker by my side
The little town the city
Where my people lived and died
The howdy and the handshake
The air
"mm, nah, hey"
I would rather hold your hand and have a cool handshake
But whatever, we still could be friends, it could still be chance
I'ma play it
Muhammad will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes
Where a man is determined by how much a man make
Cop Cognacs and spit old
where have you been||I been in Athens, Georgia by way of Bubba Sparxx|When the nights was bright|And all the days was dark|But now they all
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