Lyrics:
Shit, I'm a changed man
Ayy, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit, look
By age sixteen I sold
never seen, he outta sight
When it get sticky just keep you a sitchy
and you gotta breathe, gonna be aight
Mr. money man
They don't call me buckz just for
that 8
I was taught to be a man
Stand on my two feet just like a man
Take all of my loss just like a man
Nigga say it face to face just like a man
Tunji like that
We doing this last album, you know what I'm saying?
But Tunji, man, that's the God, he's here for the culture
Yo man, you're a fucking
Y-y-y-yeah
Bruh I see, girls everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
It's a party over here
Shake it for the man of the year
Uh ma-man
homie and
That's when your a one start to move like a foe move
But we play by the old rules
My blessing are my blessings
Whats for me ain't for you
Aye
Aye
Aye
I be the man
I be the man
I be the man
You know that man don't give a damn
Don't give a damn
I be the man
I be the man
I be the man
I be
hate, I'll be declared the winner
Keep f****** with me, I'll have your ex-wife over for dinner
When I'm in the club
I'm the man bro
I'm the man yo
I'm
it right boy, aight boy?
Man why you such a hype boy?
Why you always talk about being black?
Skin too white, nigga fuck that
Everything you talk
Waco, Texas
I might possess flesh but I'm ethereal, baby
And I drink by myself, think by myself
But when it's time for war, goddamn we man up
Then we give
a blessing you breathing
It's a miracle that God gave me this TEC, now I'm eating
Cop it, chop it, profit, it's all for sale
Cocaine, candy rain, I'm so for
[Kane] Brother man, brother man
[Shane] Uhh, a brother man, brother.. man, yeah!
[Kane] Brother man, brother.. man, go 'head
[Shane] Brother
man, rich man's fool
Rich man, rich man never have dirty hands
Never hold a plow that's turnin' his land
Poor man holds it day by day
Did they make
Aha.. Aha
Yeah
CHORUS:You take me wherever I want and I'm proud for that
(I'm proud for that)
Don't throw me away I'm still with you and I will never
at our house, and
He and I sat down and wrote a song together
Let me see if I can find that damn thing, I'll sing it for you
Yeah, here it is. It's called
yo, this is for dolo son
Yo, man, c'mon pass the blunt man (yo champ, champ, champ)
Yo, pass the blunt man (hold it man)
Wassup man? (yo, hold it
your yard
How many man
How many man in your yard
How many man in your yard
How many man
How many man in your yard
How many man that chat bare shit
How
myself, take it off the mat
The man better check himself, now run tell that
Hey, looka here, looka here
Now good strong men don't grow on trees
I'm not
See what a lot of people don't understand
Is that the ghetto was an experiment
Ran on Jewish people by the Nazi's
So if you put any animal, any
hoes
They just want me for my dough
That's why I fuck these hoes
Get the pussy then I go i 'ont love no hoes
They just want me for my dough
That's why I
about energy
I'm that G I'm that guy man's been
Gyal over there all around she's been
Charged up, see I'm never empty
Baked with the guys and we by Mare
That’s a fatal blight
The things you need
It’s hard to breath
You loved me and its funny
By now you should’ve known me
I’m a bad man
Make you really sad,
that man we Call deacon
The devil is on me for no reason
Please reject the infection
Even Michael hated his Complexion
Now watch out for my after glow
the rap bus
I ride the rap bus man driven by gus
He got stops by us man
He picks us up every day man
He tells us hey hey hey
When he puts us in the back
He
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