Lyrics:
'round (yeah, yeah)
Mr. Nigga, Nigga-Nigga
He got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunk
Who be riding up in the high rise elevator? (Yeah,
P.U.S.S. to the why that's my pussy
Chorus
Pussy rules niggaz don't understand the world is ran by pussy alone
Fuck a man everything it motivates so don't
of cottonmouths try'na start a problem now
Talkin' shit when I am not around and I'ma knock you out
This that Bobby Boy logical jam
Sad that he left the game but
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
in time, you'll see the line
The line that's drawn between the good and the bad
See the blind man, he's shooting at the world
The bullets flying,
an acrobat
And ends up in the real world where he's fucked by housecat
A bathroom where the toilet is a portal instead
With another on the ceiling so you poop
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
But I gotta learn in order to teach
Then I gotta burn in order to reach
My niggaz
Yo, I see what I see day by day
Hoping that the Lord will pave
back then now I got food
Like a baby all these bitches they drool
Oooooo
We is not cool nigga you not my homie
BandSet World only me by my lonely
I don’t
As for me and my house
We gon serve the Lord
Sometimes
You gotta talk your shit
And let this niqaas
Know you been around the world
Ya know
For anyone
ain't much
In this world that I wouldn't give
Ever should fall I hold it down
Forever watch for your kids
Don't know how long
I've been waiting
I really
matters
Puttin' substance into something and the world's so used to instant gratification
I found this instrumental on my phone while on vacation
Ib sent
petite
All I know is eat by any means
I'm from the streets
Made it out the streets
Got alot of problems
None of them is beef
I'm about to pop like
so much racist hatred shit not being accepted by the crazies and drizzies Dre Dre He So So Dro How could you diss tho' Yo You Don'T Even Know How Sick
so much racist hatred shit not being accepted by the crazies and drizzies Dre Dre He So So Dro How could you diss tho' Yo You Don'T Even Know How Sick
whats gonna happen
with santa claus
is he is he still coming this year
after all
All the shhh that go on in the world
when the cameras off
are you
on
I'm turning up on everyone whoever did me wrong
And I just hope that my successor ain't successful if he try it
Cause if I die tonight then by tomorrow
we got this cane
Know you gotta make do with whatever he brew
So hard round every negro soon as our needs grew
To a matrimony with no alimony
Feed
the value
Little giants
Watch it spike
Mj he said see it further
Breaking bread by building signs
Ask ourselves where is mines
Gotta be a milli mind
DAS what
these songs
Now its money involved
The world has been set on fire
And california is higher than
Pitches sang by Mariah
I take my gun everywhere
Why that
the one person who was my guiding light, my friend, my hero, was
killed by a drunk driver in a head-on collision. He died instantly. I
couldn't even bring
to sleep by us like hotel, we saw his days end
Ain't from Maryland, but that hoe be ravin' for me
Just like Baltimore
He paranoid, that boy be ridin' four
on Churchview
Where neighbors smoked crack and I thought the world would hurt you
Mamma always said patience was a virtue
But I was ready to fuck and for pussy
What is going on and it's Michelle LA's 97-01
Radio is what you're listening to first
Thing I walk in the door and right
Behind me here he is Kanye
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