Lyrics:
I say brothers are amused by other brothers reps
But they're all playing roles just like Omar Epps
I see so many players I wonder where the coach is
no Lexus
Just low cars that bounce
[SX] And Taco Bells by the ounce
[LJ] Speakin of food, yo Sincere you made it clear
We need our
threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we
the rolling stone tour (ah-ahhh!)
Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
[all] one, two, three,
to answer bro
Am a fuckboy so you already know
Where the coffins at
Where the coffins at
I will kill these nikkas
Where the coffins at
Where the coffins
women with kids are your prey
You lurk in the shadows like a hype
Can't wait to put a rock in that pipe
You snatch a woman's purse then
You start to run
it
Bein a player is cool when you a kid
until you get sent up for a eight year bid
Now you use and abuse and serve like hell
til one day you are
see what some people don't realize is that you can't stereo type my group as a hip hop group cause we do it all
hip hop trance pop techno rock r
livin'
30 with no ambition
Your kid got no pot to piss in
You sayin' some nigga fake
You're selfish and sad, nigga
You're lame
And go
You hatin'
around with p
Hey yo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu,
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil, for you are with me
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me
You
in tin paper
Burned like skin scrapper, the top kid I'll take ya
I'm type nice, so think twice, before you hold the device
Lyrics shot are
to shame.
You've only got yourself to blame.
Tame your voice when you talk big my sh*t is real
I kill your little kids like mornin'-after pills
-- So
When you are this pretty and bossy
He can not help but to sauce me
Keep me on fleek
Body petite
I'm skinny with a whole lot of heat
It's the man for me
socks off
The day of release, I'm on the top chart
Whatever the game is, be who you are
No matter the dream kid, gotta reach far
People say to make it,
Yo, we are no superstars
Who wanna be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how bright we shine we're
on the floor you see the words are gonna make a border
Pictures make a pentagram the spell is on the page remaining
Hanging up in purgatory all the souls are out
wet it,
Squeezing, leavin holes in ya crew,
Maestro can stand through,
When I pass the Mac to Rock that nigga brand you
When I pass the Mac to Rock
Me and my guys got henny and weed
Tell them come thru we got what they need
She fuck with kid she like how I dress
She say that she nervous she’s
I've been on the truck for 51 years.
My only friend is the A.M. radio.
Sometimes the neighborhood children stop by,
But it's always rocks and beer
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
gonna tell somethin'
I'll fuck around and, kill ya!
So now that you set you ready, YO!
If this shit get silly I'm lettin' it go
First scrito in the front
motherfucker crunk in this motherfucker
And our niggaz wit' a Miami boy
And I still like to play wit' my Tonka toy
I'm a Toys R Us kid, yes I is
You can't be
pull they pistol when they see me in this race car
But you can't spell war without an A-R
15 I was pushing carts at K-Mart
By 21 they said I'd be
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