Lyrics:
we gotta chop
It up to get the best version, so just)
Take all your favorite holidays
You know, I feel like in
Martin Luther King Day
For his dream
Our son? Why when i win the joint custody
(which is a win for both of us and our son
It helps us with both our schedules) why
Do you feel thats
you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your
That i had by showing
The world i didn’t care about
Being like other people
I could never go back – 50 Cent
The 50th Law is based on the following
Yo, I dedicate to this to you
To all my fans, keeping y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel when you
rap it
It's a gift rap it
Like a gift rap it
School is out we done took you to Rhyme School
Valedictorian you boys can't do what I do
Now I ain't teach
and arms
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods
Whatever's in your heart is where you want to be
My hood is the ghetto
Even when you look
my hands, hands, hands above my head
Mes petit's monsters, hands in the air
SING IT!
I won't cry for you
I won't crucify the things you do
I won't cry
strong
Really going hard
cnd I can't go home
Lost a few friends
But I gotta move on
But I really gotta go
Cuz y'all really don't know
What I'm about
every day over text
Tell me all your dreams
Vulnerability let's take it there
Not defined by our past
Let's talk about it
Let's clear the air
Yeah I been
guitar. The Older held the priceless craftmanship out to the Younger and asked, ‘Would you like to play it?’ All he could do was nod, his mouth open, eyes
rappers don't want it to happen for you
Raggin' on you like battling is all you can do
You didn't sell enough units to be honest with you
Nobody knows
on the wall
holdin his blunt, too fucked up to spark it
Show me a nigga who can do like I do
Then gas your mans up so I can rip that nigga too
Braggin you
you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your
to do what we want to do
And what I do in my house, you might not do in your house
So what I do in my house is my business
And the simple fact of it
you calling it and telling me what it is
Now, I know what you're hoping, but I can't do it
I'm still not okay with you chewing with your mouth open
I
her
She hung around the cool kids
Now all cool kids look stupid
How did he get her how do you got her
By myself I didn't have the help of Cupid
I use
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
To blow your mind each time
People can't believe I'm
On the pre-climb
World's about to be mine
Do not make me remind
I am half-white, half-Spanish
So I got
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
write more music?
And I’m gonna go on tour again
‘cause that’s really what I want to do
And I thought what am I gonna
Write about? I want so
Badly
a song where I said purse and chick and thing
Alissa I'd write it and record it if I could
How can I make a song not too short or long for Alissa
How can
The situation we are in at this time
Neither a good one, nor is it so unblessed
It can change, it can stay the same
I can say, I can make my claim
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