Lyrics:
on you
I'm the realist in the biz, how you livin'?
'Cause you can get it how you live
And while you livid, I'm a say my pull out game is so real
I still
the club (whoa)
All of the ladies in the house (whoa)
Come show ya boy some love (whoa)
Last call for alcohol (whoa)
Now we're closin' down the bar
in wordplay while the world plays with my emotions
Hoping a little poetic therapy can keep me from needing a therapist
I hide hurt in haiku
"All little
Listen, [spud]. We got three million in the can, here. We can't look after him, I'll send the bird to his mother. Come on, let's just get out of this place,
(Whatchu talkin bout?)
I wish that joint was my worst album
Not a 'not bad' one, but a good album
Homie says I'm rapping like Ice-T in the eighties
sparklers
I wanna see flamethrowers in this motherfucker
This a Will.I.Am joint
Hit-Boy, Britney, Waka, Weezy
And they call me Diddy bitch
Where 1 Oak at?
on you
I'm the realist in the biz, how you livin'?
'Cause you can get it how you live
And while you livid, I'm a say my pull out game is so real
I still
I’m addicted to the bottom dollar
I just pray this bad habit doesn’t fall upon my daughter
I’m addicted to the bottom dollar
When I get the world
too 1969
But oh, that's just the world that we're living in
The old boys hold all the cards and they ain't playing gin
And you dare to call me
pockets on swell
The number one D-boy, Mr fishscale
I don't fuck around with snitches who tell
Put holes in your brain
Leave bodies to smell
I'm out here
and GS'ses
On the court niggaz I leave like messages
Plagued by this ball player exorcist
It's sort of foul how the world be reffin us
Kenny is our
lockjaw
They ain't got nothin' at all, then we gone
Bro', you lookin' at the gods
In sync, don't blink
I'mma make this country fall
Bro', just watch how I
sparklers
I wanna see flamethrowers in this motherfucker
This a Will.I.Am joint
Hit-Boy, Britney, Waka, Weezy
And they call me Diddy bitch
Where 1 Oak at?
Out the part I'ma shark
See me lurk in the dark
This is not what you want
I'ma keep this shit blunt
All your statures is chump
Attack if you want
Only
(All I have in this world)
(All I have in this world)
(All I have in)
(All I have in)
(All I have in this world)
(All I have in)
(All I have
swallow don't spit
Cause I bust more nuts than a squirrel
And my dick been in pussies all around the world
If you had a picture of it and you asked
My name is Marsh and this world, I'm out of it (out of it)
'Cause with all this A-B-C shit, I'm startin' to sound like ALF a bit
Ha, I kill me,
and the homeboy Deion
So kick back, get your mind right, red cups in the air
Sip on some of that gin and juice like it ain't no thang
And puff on some of that LA
salty like stove top stuffin
I fake in, natural like skin
Until you front that's when I have to loosen your chin
Get all up inside your chest like a gin
the silly extensions?"
One bitch they all hit, that's a video vixen
I treat this lil' nigga like a lil'
Nigga and really will lynch him
I hop out on him in
Think I'm gonna do both, 'cause I like that dare of yours
Sorry Mama I was too busy in the car rappin' hits
Surprise to the world I'mma call myself
vehicle next to us
Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up
With television, Dreamcast, DVDs
Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties
I'm a Cash Money Hot,
show some evidence, don't swallow don't spit
'Cause I bust more nuts than a squirrel
And my dick been in pussies all around the world
If you had
started pacing in anger by what they did to my brother
Why can't we live in a world where we all love one another
Why them crackers always thinking that
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