Lyrics:
and her body ain't no joke.
She picked up on the first ring.
"What took you so long to call me?
Recognized your name and number
from the caller ID."
of a magazine ain't even got a album out
Hop at da streets my delete cuh my hits out
Now I'm da one everybody wanna talk about
Hustle hard ball harder dats wat I
the rawest in town
Cause I'm a (Thug By Nature), strictly for the paper
Ain't nobody steppin' to Steve (B-O-N-E)
I come with the ones, I come with the guns
You got to seek till you find
Are you never unwind
Try to think
That love is not around
Still it's uncomfortably near
My old heart
Ain't
Betta not violate on my turf
Nigga yesterday just died like that
Ain't no investigation, no statements
And no witnesses, we ain't seen shit
Pull up
into fear
If it ain't right, I don't sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane, ain't no salary cap in the dope game
can play it
She ain't a bitch like a blonde, just stay with
So brave, your graves ready, tray eight, duct tape, ready
Your times up already
Black
When the evenin'
Sun goes down
You can find me
Hangin' around
Oh the night life
Ain't no good life
But it's my life
Many people
Just like
oak tree
[Chorus]
Oh, the old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be,
Ain't what she used to be, ain't what she used to be.
The old gray mare,
the sticks and ride around
There's a man above the mountain top
Wants to go down breath the salt air by the shore
There's a guy on an island, he ain't
The road is long with many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where, who knows when
But I'm strong, strong enough to carry him
He ain't
in my way
I'm just a hood nigga I ain't never had shit
Just a bad attitude and a bad bitch
Duffle back full of tools and a half brick
30, 40, 50
wrong
Bad boys ain't no good
Good boys ain't no fun
Lord knows that I should
Run off with the right one
Me and Mr. Wrong get along so good (so
Hahahaha, man, you crazy
See, it ain't easy bein' me
Life as a celebrity is less than heavenly
I got these fakes and these backstabbers chasing
violate on my turf
Nigga yesterday just died like that
Ain't no investigation, no statements
And no witnesses, we ain't seen shit
Pull up after dark with
they ever mention sire boy you know what it is
Ain't about drama you don't want no problems
I'll up that Llama boy you know what it is
I get money
out the four, load up the five
Pop up the trunk, load up them pies
Aye 'Ye, ain't this how them niggas do it in the Chi?
Vice Lords, GD's
Crips,
When the evenin' sun goes down
You will find me hangin' 'round
The night life, ain't the good life
But it's my life
Many people just like me
and throw away the key
No one is allowed to comfort me
Give me back my freedom
Let me see the daylight
Make them stop the bleeding
Can't you see it ain't
Things are just things, baby, so breakable
Ain't nothing last forever 'cept our love and our souls
'Cause I ain't that hungry and I have a home
I
the same position
And that's when you changed position, shit
I never changed and I miss ya, and it's strange
But I never forget ya
Though that ain't you
tell that this a hit, until the MAC-10 blow
I got 32 shots, I ain't got to aim
I'll wave this bitch in your direction man (Ha-ha)
Beams, clips
on
I'ma big dawg, got 'em pissed off
A lot of niggas rapping ain't none this raw
They like, ay look at T.I., ballin' in the V.I
Bunch of bad bitches with a'
Betta not violate on my turf
Nigga yesterday just died like that
Ain't no investigation, no statements
And no witnesses, we ain't seen shit
Pull up
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