Lyrics:
in the club and even crept to dinner
It's such a funny situation
'Cause I knew she had a man in the ave by reputation
I get around I'm just a product
You claim if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment
Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff
Most niggaz want titles and they, rap for fame
I'm the Ghetto Bill gangsta, best hustling in the rap game
Homies run they mouth in the hood like Jose
troubles
It always begins
When I feel the kiss
The Kiss Of the Summer Wind
Bill Lloyd
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Over sex, she barely got raped by 18
Already had two abortions and blamed the ecst'
When the doc said it might be a cause of death
Then she popped
main chick
I can tell by the way
You the type to cook a nigga meal by the way
You the type to pay a nigga bill by the way
Twerk it like you're doing
thing
It's a Crip thing
It's a Crip thing
Before I spend my life in jail, I'll rather die and burn in hell
Carried by six before I'm judged by 12
on my love
She blew him a kiss and she hollered "Bravo"!
As he hung by his nose up above!
He floats thro' the air with the greatest of ease
a lot just to give em a kiss
Is hard to survive on the streets So i got a job and I cover the Bill's
When the day goes by
You already know, you running
you know the nicest thing about it all...
That I know, that she had marked the entire bill 'Paid In Full'
For just one kiss and four little
a grain
Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel
Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to that other level
You think you got pull? Then pull it, uh
I
reach him he pay the bills his mama won’t beat him
He looked up to rappers that deceived him
Now he's paying the price for risking his freedom
If you
on me
Don't know when I be down
By myself by my lonely
Devil just can't get up off me
Uh un
Grandma tell me slow down
Watch myself
Watch my surroundings
King not a human being
Thousand dollar boots and jeans
Kneel and kiss the jewels in the ring
Blow the same notes that Luther would sing
Send the bill
my path.
I ain't living in your fantasy, of virtual reality, to me this shit is serious it's not just a formality.
I got bills to pay, I got mouths
make money
By gaining a skill
I'm draining my money
On piles of pills
Can't make it work
Nah
Not paying no bills
I would tell my doctor
But yall know
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went
at me frown
So come to my House of
Earth and learn it's worth
A few green folded bills to learn of birth
I kiss you in such odd unnatural ways
Your wife
all these hundred dollar bills?
Hundred dollar bills, you know what it is
But only if you work it like I work my wood wheel
[Verse 1]
Koopa, she
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
busted doing something
Tryna kiss me, I said "who the fuck is he, mucka?
Feeling was killing me, I couldn't even knee
I felt like she was hiding shit, I
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went
bitch, I like to hear the sound
Now put your hands up, I wanna see you work
She blew a kiss, I blew the purp'
I'm geeked up girl, I'm on my tip too
My
this life is a drag
It's a shaky situation
And I'm hangin' on my will
And I get no satisfaction
From a hundred dollar bill
But I got what I came for
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