Lyrics:
the time in you like playwright[00:31.98]And then you get mad at me and say you love me but its fake right[00:34.59]Feels like you were using me and I ain't
a fan
Flyer than a bitch
I don't think I'ma ever land
But in the meantime, baby, what's your plan?
You can call me daddy but
I can't be your man
Fiendin'
98 free my thugs, nigga
Everything I'm sayin' in this shit is entertainment, nigga, no cap
Nigga, I'm just talkin' shit
Ha, 98
Free Raym
Hold on
They
ain't the best I've ever had but baby, you're good
I can't wait to tell the boys in the hood
It's time to take her home, her pussy stanks
But you can't
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
But she the kinda thot I can't get out my brain
Never gave a fuck what Simon say
All y'all niggas fake
I'm the realest nigga born in '98
All my
I ain't fuckin with none of ya'll
Real ones be
Too hard to
Come by
No shade boy yeah
Let um sun dry
Truth is
You a bitch
Man that's no lie
waits for no man so I had to make plans
And execute it today
I'm looking at a king like gold
In front of me
Loyalty by my side
The fittest is how you
'm good, what she tell ya? I'm good
What you see? Looking good
Man I'm killing it, riding in that brand new
Swimming through the streets, looking like
Dark shades on I'm just standing in the clouds
Always on the prowl know I'm never looking down
Looking at my mama wonder if she see me now
Dusting
follow leads
I dont rock with you
You dont rock with me
We all in yah castle now
Coming for every single thing
Mcqueen out the closet you aint seen That
Yu already kno man
Vybez
Said I'm one in a million
Yu wish yu could clone me
I did this shii by my lonely
I did this shii wit no homies
Can't let
What a man gotta do?
To be totally locked up by you
What a man gotta say? What a man gotta pray?
To be your last "goodnight" and
Your first "good day"
worse[00:42.69]Every day the same[00:43.97]Now here in all times[00:45.34]But I know the play[00:46.66]It has to be so like me[00:47.98]Otherwise I miss it[00:49.26]Like
nothing to ashamed of you can't force us to change
And you can't keep a stopper on our rage
I'm looking round and I'm seeing man dropping like flies
I
I wish someone would tell me when I changed
'cause its been a while since I really felt the same
Back in '98, screaming money ain't a thang
20 years
Poppa, The Lox, and then Mase
I was a Bad Boy, '97 and '98
'99's when I really started to Shyne great
Early 2000's, I put my soul in it
I was 'Bout It,
a few years you gonna see me up on sway,
Five fingers like a slap to the face, I'm really 19 homies born in 98,
48 really what I'm repping, here to stay,
20 bag of scag
Take it all in one go like an arsehole being fucked by a fag
And all my worries get washed away in an instant
Yo as soon as the rush
see me now you see me when i drive by
Huh Now I'm packing all my luggage now
Straight to Muritala
Now back in the days I been dey holla
Now I got
to steal my energy
I told her simply
I'm finna cut yo ass off
Like a guillotine
See me chilling by the shade
Somewhere right where simba be
I need some
what color are his eyes?
I don't know he's always wearing shades
Is he tall?
Well I've got to look up
Yeah? Well I hear he's bad
Mmm, he's good bad,
it)
I was responsible for killin' John Candy
Got Jon Benet Ramsey in my '98 Camry
I don't give a fuck who you are
I'll shit on anybody, truly yours
too long
And this is frustrating
Cause I'm a broken man
Why do I love to hate
And hate to make amends
It's in my sinful nature
I look good on paper
But
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