Lyrics:
ready?
Oh, eeny miny mo,
Tag this dude with a left hook blow.
Get it on crazy street.
Run up, run up, get up, set up.
I've been ready, getting setty,
Lost
be floatin' in the lake by ten
I don't fuck with confused liars
Rather lay low with a slut, consumin' my nut like a new diet
Brother, I'm too fire
the street I heard the mariachi band
She tried to say she was the last of her kind
She started to change I nearly lost my mind
When she said that I'd be
I'm the number man, hot like Summer Jam
Slick like Fonzarelli, and Rich like Cunningham
I stretch them like rubber bands (I make them say)
Oh shit,
I'm a tree top
You a good lookin' bird, you a peacock
And my music be keepin' the streets hot
We gon' have us some babies at wedlock
'Cause that
watch em put you in the ground
A sad day it is, on this New Years
It seems like the heaven from above, sheds tears
All my ghetto peers, dead or on lock
25
Used the change for a sweet, then roll down the street procrastinating with the bros
Another charity case, only really there for the stats to be safe
I'll be right back
Now put the bad mouth on me, run from me
I'll be sitting on a stoop watching the world go by
And I'm halfway finished with my
said she had a big surprise for me
gave me the very kiss and plus a ring and a card
and said I love you, so I gave her the rest of my heart
said she had a big surprise for me
gave me the very kiss and plus a ring and a card
and said I love you, so I gave her the rest of my heart
sacrificed and paid the price I love
No other could ever do what you did with four kids
Had to raise us by yourself because them dad slid
[Hook]
Please let me
Daddy isn't always there to save your skin when you did something bad
I know I come to you like a virus, spreading your sins making you so sad
I
week is just the same
Well we talked about sex but never of love
We bragged about girls with which we'd had fun
Oh but the thing that's really sad
We
her
Now She's gone and I need some surrender
In between the hours in which daylight fades away
These sad and lonely flowers trampled by decay
Can
Main streets freeze but the
Night's rap is helping
Flow that, thick that, rich step, wealthy
Cuts to the dark that life that's healthy
Why they cold,
On Grant Street
Ain't got much money
And he ain't got much to eat
Well, all you rich people
Passing by his feet
You make J.C. so sad sometimes
That he
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