Lyrics:
and buys us all a round
I never knew that somebody could be this fucking sound
How is he so perfect?
Why can't that be me?
I can't live in peace when this
I had to
Ask my man to front me the loot, and he said "I'd be glad to"
Now who needs a major label? We got our own
I'm the Divine Master
this shit man I can't ever bother
Fuck that
I'm on that beat like no other
Steady kill these beats like no other
Fuck all you gossipin' I can't ever
to fill this hole in my heart
And I got nowhere to go, when it all falls down
Got nowhere to run, when it all runs out
Drownin' my sorrows with bottles
Too
walking off like that's it now
Talking all of that shit now
All I know is that I can't hear now
It can't get much worse than this now
Baby, how hard are
clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin
All these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun
And yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown cat's through, blazin
the
Yard and do hard labor
Got your memory scarred but you
Gon' remember this all later
Don't worry at all player
Its all saved on your Sega memory card data
just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's
also
People were like this, started talking about the ghost production
But that's how I got in the game
If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't be here
So
AIDS
(You don't say)
I do believe me when I tell you
It's so true and this could be you
White roses at that casket
Red ones stood out
Thrown by the ones
Wish I was the perfect man
But I still be sinning man
That makes this picture incomplete
Like it's missing frames
But natural ways are flawed
Gotta go
Living my life of a party
Living my life of a party
My bank card got it
My bank card got it
Cant speak my language
Henny no dash man
Cant speak my language
but I'm moving like a tank
(Yuh-Yuh)
Got more B-D-E, than the men you see (Woo)
They call me "Two Hands"
To measure it approximately (Woah Woah)
All
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
would be
I made many mistakes in my past I can't fix
Now I'm staring at this crusifix tatted on my wrist
Is it true what they telling me, am I just
money age old
And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove
Sorry mommy I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed
Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck
the payback
I'm tryin' to avoid physical contact
I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack
They got me trapped
(Uh uh, they can't keep the black man
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
the
Instruments or get someone to play
It if I can't and the one
Time I sample for this album, it gets
Rejected, right before I have to turn
The album in i got
way being who
I am, in my position
You can't just be nice you have to give
People some direction you got to be
A monster" I tell him this seems
what you would have is like magic
Now you go ahead and have a crack at it
And after you've got it, and mapped it out
Yup, that's it, exactly
Man, that's
wont u get out an vote
honestly hate is yah true Virtue
And it's nuffin yah could do to make this living hell great
One thing to improve would b by
And I'm a fan first
But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn
You deserve this disservice
I put this man in ERs if he don't got no man
where all the players flocked
One night I was cooling outside
Saw my man Wes said, "Ah shit yeah, it's gonna be live"
I was working a double breast silk
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