Lyrics:
sick mothafuckers!
go head, throw up nigga
yea yea ok, i know you
i know, i know
[Verse 1]
If you want to have smaller digits
The kid was
New York
At twenty, I said I'd better quit by thirty
Then by thirty, I thought by forty rapping is corny
How wrong was I?
Never would have thought
a
Charley menfre O
Emotional feelings ano go show
Cus the back stabbers they be waiting at the door
Oh y3 man
Aye
3b3fa 3b3fa 3b3fa
Woy3 d3n a 3b3fa
3b3fa
in it
You see they diss us, but they ain't hate us
They wanna say my name in a lyric
You make an album to show your talent
But instead
Ghetts made
And even then, that shit is rare, I just don't go outside
'Cause honestly I don't fuck with this world, I'd rather hide
That misconception, "Cause I rap, I
but watch me fuck up this beat
You said what?
Since I can't trust no chick up on the net that bust it for the fleets
Let's go nuts
So what they say?
make the world go round
D.C., money make the world go round
Baltimore, money make the world go round
Little Rock, money make the world go round
pulling like a magnet
So last week he started looking for Suzanne
He remembers that her eyes are blue or olive green
After 20 years go by, it's hard to say
hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt
Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes
Larson my dear
The answer so clear
But my music so conceptual
Try to solve the album you're better off using decimals
Livin by the medical like i don't
album and not show up
How the hell could you slow us
Got by myself nothing was for us
Don't try to come pour up
I know how to get down but trust I go up
ours
Caught in ghetto tragedy
I talk to my aunt named Mattie Lee
And recognize the importance of family
Hand me a joint, good music and room to breathe
they straight ate him up
And since these copy cats
Like to go so hard with acting and stunting
I'm ma come and then
Drunkin' monkey, Kung Fu junkie
Chun
good not to go
over again, going round the way they go around
too tight in the ass for florida's general chicago,
sensing the general strike in maud
by myself
No one fucked with me but now they fucks with I can tell, go to hell
I take that back I wish you well (wish you well)
All my haters wishing
they think they're pros
Ho's think they're better than Tech N9ne at rap
Go ahead get destroyed by the GOAT
At least I don't flex like every bad rappers
want facts
But you know we don't want fags
I don't even know what I'm gonna say next
All I know is I'm getting distracted by a sext
I know I'm bout to go
moves like Lucki
There ain't no luck up in this game I just go get it though
No Andrew luck I won't get boo'd up out of my city though
Fuck you
mare
If you see me go by, put up a prayer"
Well, they rode all night, and they rode all day
Eastward, long down the broad highway
His spirit was tired
double-crossed my fans and lost my Stans
I'd probably pop five Xans (yeah)
Go in my garage, start my van
Inhale as much carbon monoxide and exhaust I can
hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt
Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes
to give it up
Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, they phony
Some hump free, they mad bogey
Saddle up ya horse, if the sunset mosey
Jam Master Jay deserve
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
If I had things my way, I wouldn't be a zero
Rather be respected like Pierre Ferro
Every album I touch 5 mics
Id be on MTV with Tommy Lee ridden
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