Lyrics:
s'posed to do?
Mr. Popeil!
Mr. Popeil!
(Now how much would you pay?)
But wait, there's more!
It's not sold in any store!
(Now how much would you
niggas carry hollow tips
Leave you hollow bitch
You can't swallow it
Don't be following a model and you not modeling
You should be a leader
You should not
on the rise
You hear sirens screeching
Obituary pains
What yo heart's been leaking
Bullets can't be silenced
By the pastor's preachings
Survival of the fittest
live like light
I've got to change it up
Don't need another cup
I know it may be tough
But Enough's enough
Enough's enough
Enough's enough
Enough's
the hood but all my boys is standing by it
Hit my dad again I swear to god I'll turn it violent
Talk my shit again I swear to god I'll turn it violent
Oh
tell 'em my government, make any covenant bitches be loving it
Say not to put a glove on it, some funny shit
You must've thought I was a dummy, miss
I
enough
It ain't enough It ain't enough
Feeling too good got me
Smoking like it ain't enough
I roll up a fat sack
Yeah I need it by the pound like
I wish they leave me alone yo
This was predicted not self-inflicted
By the rapp outta the 'hood
They picked it good
vibes
Di way you full a carisma mi see it ina you eyes
Good enough for me not fi rest a mankind
Feel good about yourself all di time
Clouds part ina di
In the end, I don't mind.
I guess I'm just one of two kinds.
In the darkness lays a screeching sound
and it says I am not around!
In the meantime
Either you bring it
(We gon' bring it)
Or you can't
Sometimes it gets kind of messy out there
(Sometimes)
But we get by
(Well what'cha wanna do with
(Sometimes)
But we get by
(Well, what'cha want to do with it?)
One day at a time
[T-Boz]
Stuck on me at waffle house
After 1:12, when I go out
Where do
a hoe
That's fo' sho', I'ma leave it on the flo (leave it)
Who's this opp tryna lose his thoughts?
Not Alzheimer's but y'all mind us when the tool
is not enough
Crown is not enough we know what you want
All that you want
Is it all that you need whenever you want?
We know what you want
You don't
a doctor or a fireman
When you constantly seein that
G ride tires screeching
And them shots firin all the
Time it happens frequently
The hood inspired him,
on the windshield but I ignore it
Then the lights turn green
The engine ignites
The tires start screeching
The bitches start screaming
Then the direction
sour in the tower i got the power
One plug, you know pull up on us by the hour
I can't get enough of the work
I know a nigga need it first
I told my
It's coming from the pen they say I owe 'em cash
Well enough to pass and they need it fast
But what they failize (fail to realize) is I'll be quick
let me forget
It's been like this from the beginning
So any retort I'll just keep in my head
I'm not good enough
Not good enough
Not good enough
I'm not
the real blame
Because I wanted the fame
Money is not only the root of all evil
It's also the destruction of black people, so
Conjunction junction,
Young MC"
But when you get down to it, I'm the real blame
Because I wanted the fame
Money is not only the root of all evil
It's also the destruction
it in your eyes
So it's not enough (enough, enough)
It's not enough right now
Hold her hand
You've had enough (enough, enough)
I've had enough
pissy little cousin
Suckers are crabs, I grab 'em all by the dozen
You think you're hard with them hats and all that black on
You're not scarin' the X,
at night
I'm sorry I'm not your baby mama
I'm sorry you got karma comin' to you
Collect your soul, get it right
Warm enough for ya, outside, baby, yeah
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