Lyrics:
fact
I can't even sleep right, starin' at the gun
Should be staring at the peace pipe, hard to see what peace like
Forty-five, still get scared from
hi's and bye's
I'm just out here trynna live my life
I don't care if we see eye to eye
Cause' honey I got time, honey I got time aha
You can't handle
I hate driving while I'm high, it's just not my speed
We won't do drive-bys in the night, it's just not our speed
We was down bad by like 5, then we
it gone take for the cops to stop killin’ us?
Adrenaline buildin’ up
I might just get me a stick and
Go handle ‘em
Phones out phones out
That’s the new
got caught helping the Feds it's by word of mouth
I can't be fucking these bitches
I can't be fucking these bitches
I can't be fucking these hoes no no
through your kids
It is what it is
You just mice that leave my footprint
Look, we ain't no better
I did some misunderstood shit
Looked at it again
Saw
love, she just want her share
She feed him lies with his silverware
I know a bitch named Liz
This nigga think she his 'cause she tell him that it is
nigga, you're just gettin' show money (ayy)
King of Decatur? I thought you was from Birmingham
Shouldn't have asked for it, if you know you ain't want it
can't discuss
They was bad they was yellow, they was saying can you handle us
Pull the door knob on the ceiling, cause I'm about to handle up
Showing
gripped his package and he felt himself borne up.
He landed with a thud in a truck and was off.
Marsha Bronson had just finished setting her hair.
It
Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit. It was now Mid-August which meant he had
been separated from Marsha for more than two months. Two months,
the money by myself (I got it)
I don't need help with them bands (I got it)
God, I can handle my enemies (I got it)
Just protect me from my friends (he got
up in a bunch
Like Jesus Christ, this world is soft
I can't even say the word fag without a fag just gettin' ticked off
Fool me once, it's strike one
of the shadows in my room
Too much to handle
Too much to handle in my room
I lit a candle
I lit a candle in my room
It's all lost
Cigarettes smoke spark in
wanted to funk it up a little bit
My man Pete Rock is up in the crib
You know what I'm sayin'?
Over here at Marley Marl house
Just coolin' out
My
wanted to funk it up a little bit
My man Pete Rock is up in the crib
You know what I'm sayin'?
Over here at Marley Marl house
Just coolin' out
My
wanted to funk it up a little bit
My man Pete Rock is up in the crib
You know what I'm sayin'?
Over here at Marley Marl house
Just coolin' out
My
be capping in his raps
I think he like fiction, but we just can't listen
We seen you and you did it, why you acting like you ain't do it
You cannot
had it
I was just a nigga in a high price whip
Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto
Well you better have extension
And twelve five when it's hard
Let me know I'll make the call
I'm still chasing a bag
And I got money just pouring in
I'm so sick off the drink what the fuck
Anymore who raps
In sicker form, than these motherfuckers know
And it's so old school, I've heard that
But then they can't rap. We're going back
on Fox 5
I'd put it on Pornhub, but she ain't got it
I smashed your ho in the 'Rari
I don't know how I did it
Cause the Rari's a coupe
I just got head I
demons
It's so sad to say our love had no meaning
Rumor has it you were over his house
Can't believe I didn't figure it out
Can't believe I was defending
'm here to see uh Mr.Goldstien"
She said "Right now he can't be seen"
So he tryed t walk past her and ignore it
Then she grabed his shirt like
"Nah I could
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