Lyrics:
‘cause he’s Thee
Men-fuck everybody that hate us for being real
Every body that shows love and fake smiles
Every body that act like they gaht it all
talking they irritate, choppas and dinner plates, we gotta get it for real
Hot as a lil Caesar slice, I'ma fuck her tonight, by the morning I won’t be right
be Julius Caesar
When I'm pullin' up in the Beamer, the beats in the trunk
All the freaks wanna fuck
Heart to my dying light, bullet to your rose
pop [pop pop]
[long pause]
GNice hustling is non-stop
Makin' lettuce
Top Chef, Italian Caesar chop-chop [chop-chop] (pause)
Got owned by the King
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
, you can bet it
He'll be in a grave, he lay, he lay
In the grave he lay, he lay, he lay
He lay, he lay, he lay, he lay
He lay, he lay, he lay, he lay
In
of this hardcore rhymer
Now you got 55 niggas right behind ya
Now you wanna talk it out, but we don't negotiate
Now you gotta do all kind of shit that we
the good die young it's all thy must
'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh!
The teardrops fall for
know he fucked, on the gang
Well, I hop he play with me, he know it’s not a game
Blockin’ all my old hoes, she said I ain’t the same
You know It takes
poems next to ego manifestos in his folder
Vision got me thinking I'm better than all of you
Still too shy to say anything to introduce to
Honey pot
is see through So there's really none he can do
Said he rep blue, but got red on his shirt Shot in the leg, he can't say it don't hurt
I send my twins
arguin', like, "What kind of doctor can we fly in?"
You know the best medicine go to people that's paid
If Magic Johnson got a cure for AIDS
And all
Honeys' with bodies
With Bravehearts guns in the party
Waves, braids, baldies
Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must be
I heard he husky
Yeah, there
Honeys' with bodies
With Bravehearts guns in the party
Waves, braids, baldies
Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must be
I heard he husky
Yeah, there
love kills
I was in the break room of that Lil' Caesars, making drug deals
Say we cook it up, then cut it up and box it like we makin' meals
Unky break
love kills
I was in the break room of that Lil' Caesars, making drug deals
Say we cook it up, then cut it up and box it like we makin' meals
Unky break
Control)
And if they ask just tell why
It's Net For Control
I did this net for control like a steering wheel
They wobble like a girl who can't walk in heels
hoes and make them sick
I don't gang bang nigga but don't treat me like a bitch
Got lil sack in the cut he got 30 a switch
She miss me know she wanna
in here
Then he takin' his leave
I'mma lose it, y'all try fusin'
I get to smacking opps
Every style you use a joke to me
You're the laughing stock
I
just my mama and me
And though I know it may be
Hard to be mama and me
But we've got time time time
With my mom by my side
I know I'll always survive
can't count up all my money in a hour
?Cause it's comin? too fast and I'm scared it won't last
Look that white girl in her face, told her this was her
time in Italy, it's Wednesday over here.
When the wind blows in Louisville,
I always dream of Julius Caesar.
Young folks are young, of course
Kammer gone, Shirley Franklin in
The GC closed down, Mike Chiles got ten
The feds locked the pimps up for pimpin in the south
You may control her mind, but
huddle at the bus stop
Umbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet
Lil' Caesar got caught
He was going down to second
He was cooled
Changing stations
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