Lyrics:
All of my hard times soon be over all of my hard times soon be over
I've been pushed and I've been shoved been put down by the people I love
I've
will listen, please
I am an old cow puncher and here I'm dressed in rags
I used to be a tough one and go on great big jags
Once I had a home, boys,
(It should be over)
Yeah it should be over (It should be over)
All of my surroundings are numb by loneliness
I've had to many thrills & I don't need
That's how it's gotta be now
'Cause I don't have the time
For your over loaded lines
You better be good to me
Yeah, you better be good
Good to me
you can call on
Girl don't be scared
All you gotta do is bring it over here
Girl don't be scared
All you gotta do is bring it over here
Girl you look
the politicians M.I.A the times we really need them can I get a
Hol up you know this conversation never ova
Don't matter could be magic could be Opera or Deepak
weighted in sin
I made a follower out of a paraplegic
They don't believe, press 'em like Lou I lead the bench
Swear I was out of my time, confidence all in
accent, Tennessee
Little hardheaded
Hard to read, yeah
Sounds like me to me
Say you've been lookin' around
All over this little town
Starin'
this rapping is stupid and it's hard
Gotta do it over and over and over again but here I go
Hey it's Jasper, not even a rapper
Only on this beat
know what's going on over there
Ruger
Keep talkin', I'ma hang you by your tongue
Off the Def Jam building, wait for the cops to come
Little bum, fuck
and let 42 hound dogs lick
Me all over.
7 times I was bit by hungry dogs and I was chewed
All to pieces by water moccasins and rattlesnakes on
2 separate
to live and time to lie and
Time to live and time to lie
Time to laugh and time to die
Don't be so hard on yourself
Don't be so hard on yourself
Don't be
(jim clench)
Published by summerlea music, ltd. - bmi
Look at my happiness melting with the snow
They tell me it happens all the time
Look at my
or slip
Or maybe flip while my dj's on the mix
Never lost a battle and if I did it was fixed
You must be sick all on my dilznick, like a jim hat
Your shit
couldn't stop me
Like the homie Jim Jones, I be in the lobby
Nigga tried to hit me two times with the shotty
Missed me, I dodged both shots, Kyrie
Do it
my blood rust
No time for the weak and the fake
No time to be smilin at snakes
No time to be cryin and whinin
You wanna fuck with me? My nigga
Can’t forget about Irma n all the times we’d laugh
Over “all the things” I miss all the times we used to have
Known you for forever and I’m kinda sad
Yeah play times over mutha phuckaz
Spice 1's defiantly in muthafuckin' effect.
You know what I'm saying?
Bringing it to all you bitch ass
So he circled around 'em singin' 'til daylight
Then his night horse stolen by the cook
Old Bill Jim got set afoot
Cussin' out that cook as they rode
I been working hard on my Jim carry Act
Don't want the impact Ima be the Attract
Holding down we gone live it up
Focused now never giving up
Getting
right
Got him in the Hell hole
Livin at the speed of light
Prayin that the time fly by so
He can see the light
See his kids meet a wife
All over a key
a Part Time Sucka
Who works O.T., to be like me
The Capital P, the M, I'm like D
To slay an emcee, on the S-P-O-T
Leave without a motive or a C-L-U-E
So
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
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