Lyrics:
Helmet half-off and get some head later on, inspired by the pipes
Or I just might, hit a spot on Steinway right, see the vibe is like
Tell 'em, bring a few
I made a hunnit thousand dollars this year, yeah
That still don't mean shit
My cousin Geetchie and his baby motha' got into an accident
And lost
passing by
But I still can't seem to tell you why
It hurts me every time I see you
Realize how much I need you
I hate you, I love you
I hate that I
mean to me
Oh, there's lots that I could say
But just hold me now
'Cause our love will light the way
And baby, you're all that I want
When you're
those jeans
Got a crease, and it never ceased to amaze me
By the individual hustle, that'd pay me
When I got to provide for my baby, and maybe
I be
a guerilla, by any
Means that I'd murder if I have to
Heard my homie's working as an undercover
Ready to kiss my cheek, and earn your silver pieces
Could it be
another cat get his money.
Ya'nah'mean? Let's just stroll alone.
(Havin money havin money)
Word life. (Havin money)
[La the Darkman]
green
I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin
Oooh
Black and orange stray cat sittin' on a fence
Ain't got enough dough to pay the rent
I'm flat broke but I don't care
I strut right by with
surrounded by titties and asses
Spend a lot of money on some brand new clothes
Tryin' to impress these brand new hoes
Laugh every time I have sex with
And then I'll reload
And reload, and reload, and reload, and load
Whole barrel explode!!!!
Nigga I'm T-are-you, that means I'm TRU 2 Da Game
Mention me
the law on us
They want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am I the Don?
Shit, I'll be out by the morn', word bond
My game is on lock, till
green
I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin
loved you more
It took me by surprise I must say
When I found out yesterday
Don't you know that I heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer
These are the words that you're forced to belive in
When you don't want to choose the theme or decide what to mean
Those funny thoughts in yr head
On the worst day, your birthday, that's when I cut you down
Let me show you how, to make this money by the pound
Get a black dickie fit, can't forget the hundred
I know you wanna leave me,
But I refuse to let you go,
If I have to beg, plead for your sympathy,
I don't mind 'cause you mean that much to me.
crown, labeled me the queen
Gonna do this damn thing bitch, know what I fuckin mean
[Chorus]
[Gangsta Boo]
Now everybody claim the role of a killa killa
not you get that
Don't get to height or this glock'll click back
I bitch smack niggaz and I ain't that mean
My chopper gon' do you proper look
clothes like Bill Bixby
Rippin the microphone 'til I'm motherfuckin sixty
Smokin the indo, by the window, it's sticky
Spark the izm, my expertism, is
to come by, believe it
Girl I can't believe you, how you gone
Turn around and bite the hand that feeds you
The way I break my back, good as I treat you
Oh the games people now every night and every day now
Never meanin' what they say now and never sayin' what they mean
While they wile away
and grew up
But I never changed much by God's grace
Friends and family kept in touch
When I moved to Tennessee
I sing my songs and travel 'round
I met
small
I needed anything he was the first I'd call
He was down the road with me
If I got in beef
By fucking them hoes with me
He was H-O-T
Kept it real
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