Lyrics:
every single wrong you do
Judge me by my two front teeth
Judge me by the look on my face
Judge me by what I say and do
Judge me by what you think matters
F-A-P
Wit my man Ruck and my man Rock S-T
Jus' left my man brown nose
Now we gotta sack of the black for the shows
Clothes, ain't really nuthin to me
My home boy got life, gettin hard for me to look at em
Feelin like it's my fault, judge throw tha book at em
His momma call me son, his sista call
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
Moody moody moody moody I just got off work
But I'm steady working I just traded demons for a better purpose
Niggas always judge what they see
Billy ran away from home when he
Was 17 years of age
Folks swore that he'd land in trouble just as
Near as they could gauge
'Cause he was a reckless
make a left on Caress
Fire up the endo, can't fuck with the stress
Hangin' out with my niggas (fire up the bud, Cuz)
Sittin' in my '4
With fingers
nervous
You may fall, but you will flourish
It's okay to feel this ache
I'll never judge you by your bad days
How'd I get to this place?
Oh my my
I wear
do my dirt dog
Droptop Mercedes, better move when it murk off
I got it swayin' to the left lane
Plus a nigga coughin' cuz the haze give me chest pain
[Lynch]
The only one who ever saw my face, I must erase, had to get filthy dirty
Left him in his driveway soaking wet, hope nobody heard me
I'm
law
Strange are the ways of fate
For the government crawled to the mine owner's call
That the judge was appointed by the state
Yes, The judge was
far me and her together
Would face any kind of weather
Ready to ride, she'd be down for whatever
God forbid, somethin happen to u
With out chu by my
left before I'd gotten older
Does she know that I'm a stoner
Who would I be if she kept me closer
Don't judge a book by it's cover
I'll never be like my
no, I won't judge
We'll pick it up where we left off
I'll be there in a heartbeat
I'll be there in a heartbeat, oh-oh-oh
Hello my friend, I
for ya
Right side of history, I got nuthin left for ya
I'm done, 'cept my heart, 'cept my lungs, breathing fire at the sun
We the choir, unsung, keeping
nuthin' less
Love my fam, i'd tat my parents names right on my wrist
Taking losses at the moment imma make it through
For all the hard nights
For this I'd gone when I met Little John.
His name came, I understood,
When the judge said "You're a robbing hood."
He told me of his strange
make a left on Caress
Fire up the endo, can't fuck with the stress
Hangin' out with my niggas (fire up the bud, Cuz)
Sittin' in my '4
With fingers
F-A-P
Wit my man Ruck and my man Rock S-T
Jus' left my man brown nose
Now we gotta sack of the black for the shows
Clothes, ain't really nuthin to me
F-A-P
Wit my man Ruck and my man Rock S-T
Jus left my man brown nose
Now we gotta sack of the black for the shows
Clothes, ain't really nuthin to me
law
Strange are the ways of fate
For the government crawled to the mine owner's call
That the judge was appointed by the state
Yes, The judge was
and just me
Oh, and it took a while to trust me
Girl, I had to work for it
Still you don't judge me
I love the way you touch me
I'm feelin' like I'm
left and got into his car
And they drove away someplace real far
Now babe the time has come
How'd ya like to have a little fun?
And she said "If we
or 4 and they left and got into his car
And they drove away someplace real far.
Now babe the time has come.
How'd ya like to have a little fun?
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