Lyrics:
A little bit of wit and due diligence what it is it's a
Magnificent spin on this pain and misery
I'm in the mood to hit em wit a flip
Tell em get up off my
want my dick they can call my cell, boy
I just wanna bitch I can call my playboy
Yeah i'm with the shits you can tell by my face boy
That little bitch
a studio by myself
When you living in heaven it's so hard to envision hell
Think about the darkness that I came from
Most niggas'll kill each other then look
shirt, bastard
And I still have to get you back for that shit
And by the way them playboy rings
My mother stole from you
Well Nate finally got 'em back
They ask me am I okay, they ask me if I'm happy
Are they asking me that be
Cause of the shit that's been thrown at me?
Or am I just a little
to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Little busta, I hit em up
Verse Four: Kadafi
I'm from N-E-W Jerz,
up the sticky
Not that barnyard hay
We just getting to the money
Then get on our way
Yep, 3 whips back to back
Followed by a Cadillac
Trucks, sluts
We gon' spin (brrt), spin again
First I did the Chrome Heart, then I gave 'em BB's
First nigga come through in True Religion (facts)
Got my money
I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin by yourself mixed up
But I tried, I tried
behave
You give me a smile and then I'm wrapped up in your magic
Music all around me
Crazy music
Music that keeps calling me so very close to you
You scream at me
Ah
Ah
My heads a hurricane when I get lost
I give up on the beauty that we've got
Wake up in a city far from home
Surrounded
a fuck about people barking up a tree
You finally got out my life, yeah lucky me
Lil rum, lil codeine in a cup or tea
Unloading a little burden by
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
take what I
Give
Give
Im given peace or im givin 'em hell heres a piece of my mind as i philly my shell
I give
I give
I give just way too much
X2
they seem
Give a little more time maybe
All that shit was just a dream
I know I'm not the one you will consume
Cause by time I feel your energy
My mind
be chillin, but kill, if I gotta
Lord hold my hand thru dis
Before I get kilt, gimme jits
I want a kid of my own
Give em a comfortin home
Momma yo
Surrounded by plants
We'll be covered in em
You'd be sippin ice coffee
Id be looking at you
Everything would be okay
You're a little hard to believe
You're
it's some shit goin' down
Man we tryin' to make a better way
Saigon, talk to 'em man
Tell 'em how we tryin' to do this man!
Check, my heart is
the ghetto
But all we get is shot and jail, yeah
Hell naw
If I had 24 hours to save hip-hop, I'd raise this Glock
All you mumble rappin' lames get shot
stand myself
But I don't give a fuck, say hello to me in hell
Grab my winter coat, dumb luck, it's freezing where I fell
Beating slow, how my heart go,
hides
That's how a proven fact is simply denied
I am a victim, a victim of time
Victimized by the victory of viciousness the system revised
They say
on da blind side, half em tied up
Task folks tried us, masked up 9 up
Masked up, Blast up, Ass up partna
Give a nigga a couple grand, have ya ass
when I'm talking out my ass or I talk a little trash
Like I'm
CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD!
Make you give your smile up and get riled up but I'm never gonna
by these VV’s I used to rob em
Pretty Little Baby you not Rihanna
You drive me crazy so I look for another
Stop it with the make me just stick your
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