Lyrics:
I was chanceless and went down before our second round
Walked in on me
So don't be so surprised I ain't on top
So bring on your cheap tricks and all
[Esham]
Can I dig ya on the D-L?
Pure satisfaction
Tricks be -Real
Time for some action
I'm one of them niggaz that don't smile
But fuck that pussy
Sometimes I think about it
And my poor heart wants to die about it
Woooooo about the sweet sweet love I lost
And the way I got double crossed
By
flip the switch
I put in the hours, you can trust no bitch
And by the way, you're as cheap as your weave
(And as fake as your tit's)
Let me give you something to grab and hold
Wanna know how you go
I catch you though
Cheap, cheap, damn trick
Get off the floor
'cause yay baby, I got
Look ahead as we pass, try and focus on it
I won't be fooled by a cheap cinematic trick
It must have been just a cardboard cut out of a man
Top
shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me
Cause I don't weep and I don't sleep
Save that motherfucker black, cause talk is cheap
And uh, since you got beef
fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)
That's right, you
jerking off to the eclipse,
The sun was pulling cheap shots doing commercial body tricks,
Behind the back,
Under the leg,
I think he even did a headspin,
the principle
I inspire revolution, the government's not invincible
Vietnam to Venezuela, trick knowledge they pimpin' you
All up in the hood, like McDonald's
you gotta go, go
Keep me by your side, I'll be everything you need
I'll make everything alright, blow
Ain't afraid to body more, more
Just in case you
to amaze me
So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me
My name sparkin like a street king
Cause I mixed, the Hoo-Bang thing with the "Bling Bling"
a cheap forty
Lordy was shootin' dice
Point and you winn forty
Six be a damn point
Roll and you hit the joint
Lookin for blazing dude
Your head was
Jam Blues Man
There you lay
All by yourself
So please allow me
To introduce myself
I welcome you
To the house of sin
Open your mind
And let
There you lay
All by yourself
So please allow me
To introduce myself
I welcome you
To the house of sin
Open your mind
And let the games
You come weak and I'ma beat that ass
You play me cheap and I'ma beat that ass
And if cheatin bring ya heat then I'ma heat that ass trick
ain't backing out 'less I go to sleep
Get a practice note from the quotes I speak
Hat trick mode in my code of three
Ya back explode with my shoulder
Youngin' but cant judge me by my age
When I was out here trappin'
I was tryin' to dodge the cage
Money had me hungry
And the hood done gave me rage
synonyms for some Slim 'ol
Imitating little midget bitch ass
Menacing women men
And they can't beat this with they cheap tricks
Cos to me it's weak shit
Covered up by pouring cement
He was banging had no teammates
Boss baby u need to get your bread up
I zigzagging like Max Payne
catching head shots
She
me the torch before I get to (wooo)
Money dreams, it was not so big
Go to the store, purchase
Don't care if not so cheap
Not so sweet, the past
a girl with a weave's got a trick up her sleeve
My wallet's so fat, had to put it on a diet
A sucka said run it and I said don't try it
He thought I was
a friend of my old man
He came by every couple of months or so
With a brown paper bag full of bandit cash
Have a couple of drinks and he would go
He
Can I dig ya on the D-L
Pure satisfaction
Tricks be real
Time for some action
I'm one of those niggas that don't smile
But fuck that pussy like it's
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