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leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
(boom)
Bitches come and go (You know that)
Money come and go (You know that)
Love come and go (Don't shit last)
Bitches come and go (You know that)
Money
And to me, we have a culture that, uh
Is surpassed by, by, by, by no other civilization, but we don't know anything about it
So again, I think I've
stoped? How come it's not still going
Because it's over, Beevis this is perhaps the coolest album ever made
I think you're right Butthead, come on come
pussy-ass niggas
Who album should've come with a piece of gum and a tattoo sticker
A lot of my niggas, they've returned to the Earth
And in front of their
where I'm from
Lewis Avenue
Okay, now I got a brother by the name of Mad Money Merc
Now he come from NA Rock
I got two dancers, Scoob Lover, Scrap
when we not together, when it all comes together
So please forgive me for my selfish ways
See a better version of myself when I'm self engaged, and trust
won't disrupt you again, my bad
Go 'head
Hand wash my drawers and hang 'em from the clothing line (tell 'em)
Album's on sale, I'm working
You, you, you can look up, I never come down
Home boy, I tap dance on the clouds
Who, who, who is it?
You, you, you can look up, I never come down
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back
swifting
Then the ruler (?all reigns?), he comes handy on the roll again
Marked the 45, kids kneels feels the reals
With the real chill, not
and come on through
You know what fuckin happens
Every time I drop an album
And top the charts like I'm Malcolm
And how come a white man rapping
Is seen
with some rules
Ayy, JoJo, I need you to take notes too
Don't take me off the deluxe album that no one gives a fuck about
Take me off the original too
choppa sit front seat it ride like a trolley
It lift shit up just like a dolly
Do the work all by myself no I don't need no colleague
Gotta car just
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
peace
I'm shooting up your album release
Baggin' bricks with your niece
Come and get you a piece
I'm taking responsibility for
The murder increase, it's
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
it all over again
Like this '03 and this is Get Rich
My album come with a full length movie
Feautered film, I'm like Prince right now
Man it's like
in hopes to one day receive it back, in by doing so, I've created this album with one goal in mind, to help those who are struggling to find hope they
tutor makes better raps
MC Pooja will come back
With a brand new album comeback
Put the Pooja CD on the rack
Once again, Pooja never lacks
But you know
again
Back when 2pac was just the guy from Juice
To check out a new track you had to buy or boost
The album or dub it off your mates
blank cassette
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