Lyrics:
me the wrist is froze
Like toes on a body in the morgue
They were all put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
bills My time ain't free, my weekends filled
I try my reach, I piece it still Don't try my leaf, that's fine by me
That's fine by me
Would you rather live life like me or by the book? (you get it?)
Sheesh, we are what we are
Make the wrong move will put your faggot ass in the ER
He's
for you, we say, Well, I ain't in no box. Don't try to put me in one. I'm going to play a little bit of guitar with this one, but I might stop it's
Don't get hot, stay up off my game
And quit meddling peddlin' these weed sacks
Nigga give me feedback
I don't need no stems dog
You can kick the seeds
Howard. Pussy, look at me smile
.45 by my gut
Nigga, that's just how I do thangs
Got some killas in the cut
Throwin' Bs, like they Wu-Tang
My Crip niggas
the acting to the jacking
G'ed up see'ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up
We all on deck fool so put your heat up
I stay on deck so me don't get wet
the acting to the jacking
G'ed up see'ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up
We all on deck fool so put your heat up
I stay on deck so me don't get wet
change
It's bell-Jones, but imma London so I stand on the name
I carry the pain to break the cyclical curses
My optimism is way past worth it
My optimism
at Mr. Jackson, nigga with no reaction
If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts
That don't work, we'll put you in the dirt
Cause
clackin
Look at Mr. Jackson, n**** with no reaction
If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts
That don't work, we'll put you in
clackin
Look at Mr. Jackson, n**** with no reaction
If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts
That don't work, we'll put you in
shit don't stop, I move this work clockwise
I got my own bizness, I call this shit tha Franchize
I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by
phone goes crazy
Bare support, you man you pay me
But I get stressed when a friend says bell me
Left on read I turn blue like chelsea
I don't get much
fucked up
To um compare me to Jim Jones or uh Davey Koresh.
You know what I mean
Because those where not people that where for the greater good
You
Put yeah put my volume up
I been called fake by a lot of other niggaz
When it come to bitches they forget about the picture
Fuck going out I'm
[INTRO]
Icey
Why they got to hate on me?
(I don't know, I guess they love my swag, love my swag, love my swag)
Ha ha who? Mike Jones! Who? Mike
Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity
or a car
Change isn't found in a song or art
Change is the mind but I don't wanna start!
All of these girls have left me scarred
I can't cope with a broken
drinking that ether
remember it's either them or me
I go by ear on what they don't play
Everything is judged by a cover of what you don't say
People dying, I
started on this stuff
Take it easy Charlie
You came to me don't forget
If you can't handle it
Charlie, Charlie stay away from those knobs!
Charlie don't
what's really wrong with these racist days
I honor the strong and pity the weak
Your thoughts run your life, be careful what you think
Haiti beat
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