Lyrics:
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Mike Vick, I been in dog fights
In the same space
best friend doing double life
Seen on, hard times
I reflect like a light on a bike on my life
You
person, living or dead, or actual events, is purely Coincidental
This is a Shockocracy, this is satire, but Not Sees are real
It's not hard
To be a bard
Wuzzup mane? It's yo boy Dj Majestic
Finna put this shit down
Know what I'm sayin'? Thug Luv
Hard times, look over your peoples
'cause everybody
rehearsed it for a month, I'm not worried about the set
I get tackled by the grief at times that I would least expect
I know what I should be doing when I'm
Because we're sick and fuckin' tired
Of being mistreated by the undefeated
Power to the seat that can't be beat
Probably gone is the head that make
closer, Come on
Do you all over your sofa, Come on
I can tell by the way you act so hard you like my type of nigga
Better bang in the back of the jeep
when the time's right
I'd like to come over and get to know ya
Try to get closer, come on
When the time's right, I'd like to come over
And work ya
closer, Come on
Do you all over your sofa, Come on
I can tell by the way you act so hard you like my type of n*****
Better bang in the back of the jeep
you all over your sofa, Come on
I can tell by the way you act so hard you like my type of nigga
Better bang in the back of the jeep and put
Come on
Do you all over your sofa, Come on
I can tell by the way you act so hard you like my type of nigga
Better bang in the back of the jeep
(yep)
My momma knew I was (was)
Everything I knew I was, I was destined for greatness
I knew I would be rescued by greatness (uh huh)
My first album
run you around
Since I was young I grew
Up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangsta
In the street life
Ain't no tellin' what my life might be
a nigga, but with a mic, I’m a god killer
No hard feelings…motherfuck the law – cops
Killing niggas off, then call us all some cop killers
Rich telling
with you always, whenever you need me just call me and I’d be there”.
By the time, she woke up she discovered she was the only aside the nurse
20 bussin' out the bag
20 minutes over but we left it in the past
Tell me that I'm overthinking, tell me where you at
Hard to reach you by the phone
Breuer You should be banned from going to city field and within. That's the problem with Twitter, see I grew up in the 80s there was no Twitter. By
time nigga
And some say I'm contradictory
Cause I flow nice and spit I mean, trying to get green
Play it how I split teams
You'll be sixteen,
other guy
Never look me in my eyes
Its like im in a disguise
Be patient cuz my time will shine
Dont got time for a compromise
I geuss its time to say
think about my mother and my father dead,
They did everything for me use to make my bed.
Told me bed time stories how we hung from trees,
Injected us with
questions why
The only game you know is do or die
Ah-ha-ha
The game he plays he plays for keeps
Hustlin' times and ghetto streets
Tryin' ta get over
(That's
All I got [paper],
All I got [paper],
A beating heart
[My beating heart]
[Jim Jones]
J, I double M niggers think they double
hard I double them
(yea)
Overtime for my kids (yea)
Put in time for my biz
cin't no drama over here
Keep that drama over there
cin't no drama over here
Keep it over there
to Joseph they said, O ruler of the land, a hard time has hit us
And our family, and we have brought poor capital
So pay us full measure, and be charitable
One, two, three
A thousand times a day
I tell you I love the way you smell
Even though it makes me cry
It's my favorite time to be alive
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