Lyrics:
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
So Renee's got problems
And they're getting big
Do you think she's lonely?
God I love that kid
So I owe you money
I can do with more
I don't
them bugs by my bed
They still thinkin' that we coppin' sellin raw
Tryin' to put us through them Rico and them Rockefeller' laws
I'm in L.A. the top
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
proud that her eyes stay teary
Made it out, everything next just cherries
Y'all see my life, like I'm played by Jim Carrey
Proud to be here, cause it used
that they ever showed
On Nick at night
And denace -N- spencer would be like one less
Than a few older women, when I get them two
Men to pause and by
something else that you could not probably be
Topping me is a lot to beat
You got it g
Meeting new people feel like I'm renewing the sequel
Getting older I've
a minute. One minute. And is there a way we can do something like that by injection inside or or almost a cleaning? Because you see it gets on the lungs
she's been distracted
By something that has been attracted
She poked and poked and smacked at it
Then she broke down and she scratched it
Now, I think
& the legend Jim Hill
Gosh he was filled filled with knowledge
By my guy Jase, pumping them cassette tapes
Escorted to the gym in the blue Escort
Dipset AY
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
a quarter that I made into the coin slot
Next to a bar full of bikers yea a dope spot
Jim & I's yeah two died five more shot
Shooter had grenades
wannabe feminist housewives
Yeah, we are gonna be feminist housewives
See you later Jim
I'm going to the rally in Washington
Byebye!
Well that was five
says your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
Medina is
to love you like Jim and pam
My house a lot noise plus a lot of boys
Broken toys broken doors that just get destroyed
And let me make it clear dear if
One goes through this rhyme that you
He made up his mind
That every little thing he does
Be designed to entertain you (yeah)
Oh (yeah), his whole
attend to that
And you can take that vest off cuz
Imma put em in ya hat
Point blank walk up ain't never
Did a drive by
Catch a nigga slippin and let
Big body, sittin' pretty on some chrome rims
I remember eating good at that one Jim's
This whole life is a game so i call it Sims
I'm on Norwalk
One goes through this rhyme that you
He made up his mind
That every little thing he does
Be designed to entertain you (yeah)
Ooh (yeah), his
on they're chin
Take a puff from my hamp then bounce
I'm on a mission for scrilla, vanilla slugs by my zipper
Playa haters trippin' off ho's it seems that
No you can't come back cause I'm not sober
These pills gets me higher than you
And I helped you a lot but it's not over
You were tryna take me from
Jim Breuer's racist rants om Latino's and I was so, I had a lot of emotions I was insulted. I always hurt because clearly this human being doesn't
Been deprived, so the little bit you lost
Know it really meant a lot
I can't go back, Ain't no turning back the clock
I wanna be a symbol that can really
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