Lyrics:
after time they left me 'lone, yeah
Don't get me wrong, I've done some wrong
But by myself, I stood on my own
Without no help, they wouldn't pick up
of bed"
You gotta go back, back, back to school again
It's bye, bye fun, get your homework done
You better be in by ten
I gotta go back, back, back
we gotta map this shit out, son
we can't just be runnin' them things...
[Noreaga] Meet us on 160 - the nigga be on 1-5-2,
and we just gonna do it
gotta go to the county buildin', man
These kids ready to eat! I'm ready to eat, shit
I gotta get them food stamps, come on now
You on you way or what?
make me wanna sin again
Back to back great summers
I was yo favorite person call that second to nothing you wasn't bluffing
Makin me feel good out in
a thought
I gotta let it out
I'm too wild what they said
It's been a while what they said
But i guess nobody gets
That i have been studying
I gotta whole new
the best side
Money bakin' right by my side
Couple cars just as my ride
You know we get money or we die tryin'
(Yo)
It's the MC straight from
you, yeah your one of a kind
Not a second go by, your always on my mind
Your my joy in the morning, yeah your my sunshine
I gotta keep you next
6AM you gotta be somewhere
Work day, but baby I don't care
I reach out and grab you by the hand
I'm beggin you to stay
Your boss called, said you
and
Them hating and them ho niggas
My wrist 30 below niggas
My bitch gotta ho with her that ho
(MayDay, 2 Chainz)
Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I
First things I gotta cross off notice
Ain't nobody cutting me off to get shit done
Ain't gonna fuck around the set up
Why I gotta leave? The reason for
Love, L-O-V-E to emcee
Get love, L-O-V-E and I be (love)
Love, L-O-V-E, I emcee
Get love, L-O-V-E and I be
Love, L-O-V-E to emcee
Get love, L-O-V
pick up a second job
I know whatever I do I gotta make it run up
Gotta get it by any means young nigga tryna come up
Yeah Yeah
blow ya mind away
I'm on the grind, I told my momma
"Fuck a nine-to-five"
I get money, fuck bitches, that's my alibi
I'm laughin' in ya bitches
Pussy
What
Shit
Whoa
Ghonny
Yeah
All bout my paper
Bitch hmph
Gotta get it gotta get it gotta make it
Lot of numbers like my money in the Matrix
Lot
niggas in the pen taking charges, hadta leave the bench
If you really got it then u gotta get it in
Hey, you really gotta show bro, you gotta get us in
out I'm an ashtray
Think it's a joke
Get stretched Laffy Taffy
Jimmy Neutron with the rocket blasting off (Got to blast)
Never on pause
Always on go
on the shelf
So she can raise a little criminal just by herself
She taught me how to be a soldier through the bruises and cuts
And gave me game enough to get
all the way through. Gotta have one or two of those
This is Bar Exam 2 by the way. We gonna kick back
This is for my nigga Keno. (Shout to Keno)
of shame in the game you got
We keep the party movin to the broad day light
g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright
Time's an illusion as the moments race by
Too fast
man
I never plan to change
Burning Buddha got that
Buddha on my chain
Heard my shooter gotta
Judas in his aim
Tie'em by a noose
We gone let'em hang
Yea
and don't forget to
Pick up your cape out the cleaners.
[Master P]
Mr. Kirk's enterprise will be beaming up out of
The ghetto in five seconds,
Four,
the world gotta kiss their asses
Five hundred capacity but you wanna get two hundred passes
Thought it was about gouda
Forty water told me,
"N9na, get ya
up the classics
New pair of kicks just gotta find a shirt to match it
I don't even pay attention all you niggas capping
Zeros by the second bitch I'm
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