Lyrics:
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
I can't tell if I'm a kingpin or a pauper
Greedy little
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
I can't tell if I'm a kingpin or a pauper
Greedy little
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve
Now I've got this real phat attitude because of all the hype
for you, to quit your boyfriend
Just give him a chance (baby baby gimme one more chance)
He'll rap right, if not, check my mic all night
I rap
can't fit 'em all inside my OJ
So I just take half and bust 'em out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house
It was twelve o'clock one
at 90 degrees, better believe
I turn a prophet with ease, diacritical lifestyle, I'm always overseas
Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowin' trees
With
misery, no way out from that hell
I'm bout to give these niggas what they ask for
I used to have to argue with my land lord
Yea, my nickname is Tity Boi
the stream
Ain't nobody in the club finna like me
Plus I gotta clique of Gorillas in black tees
Make the whole club clap like it sum kind of disease
Give
i got a new corvette
Now all the smokin hot babes wanna have sex
But i tell em hell no, no shoe laces, but also not velcro
Axe, knife, chainsaw, gun,
not Tito
Have a couple babies, now let her get up
If we prayed and respected by big and the little
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
Get
to
know about my life so check this out; this is called My Own Hell
Produced by Don Juan
[Intro 2]
Nigga, my life is straight conflict
When all I want
is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
can't fit 'em all inside my OJ
So I just take half and bust 'em out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house
It was twelve o'clock one
for you, to quit your boyfriend
Just give him a chance (baby baby gimme one more chance)
He'll rap right, if not, check my mic all night
I rap
(plastic)
Give me a reason to snap
Soon to put the team on a map (boom)
Life's been one hell of a journey
Out here just me tagging along for that tourney
Yo,
the street, a boy with a pig and a radio
Little Billy can work on the crowd, put 'em into a trance
For the little pig Vanz
Vanz can't dance, but he'll
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
Gotta make it to Heaven, gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through
close enough to hear 'em whistle
Thank God they missed you, and go grab ya pistol
In the hood n- runnin' round actin' crazy
Buyin' little Air Jordans
of the night
Give 'em hell, sweep the leg
Body bag, breaking necks
Gotta mind your business I'm talking to my ex
Ex-degenerate, motorbikes and rhetoric
I don't
just that in my own mind
I was born with a little bit of paradise
I was lucky in that way
Not like my husband
Who was born and raised in hell
I
I look a man in his eye, give'em a firm shake
And from that alone see I can tell the real from the fake
I look a man in his eye, give'em a firm shake
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