Lyrics:
that he learn, ha?
Life's a bitch, ha?
Niggas be beggin' but you ain't givin' 'em shit, ha?
You stealin' the bricks, ha?
You got a wife and three
Nine-trizzay's the yizzear for me to fuck up shit
And motherfucker I got five on the twenty sack
So I ain't holdin nuttin back
Cuz I never hesitate to put
hoes
You're the type of bitch don't appreciate shit
Never had shit, so you won't be shit
That pussy there, couldn't satisfy a hair
On my body,
(Yeah, man, check this shit out, man)
(I went to the concert last night)
(You know what I'm sayin'?) Right
(The after party, the niggas put on Rashid's
miss me
Hope in hard times never catch me slippin'
Fuck authorities, they wonder why minorities be trippin'
We ain't havin' it, time to tear this shit
Hey whats up my nig?
Shit, just chilling, what's happening?
Shit nothing, whatchu up to?
Shit, not too much, hey you ain't seen that nigga Snoop?
of the Wu-Tang manual
Handles to keep this hip-hop shit tangible
Illegible, every egg ain't edible
My tracks remain Unforgettable
Like Ol' Nat Cole
Got to catch
Understand?
So all that little fake shit out there
We know the science on that
We done seen that shit from, from from difference of angles
You nah mean?
push the turf steady pushin' work
Niggas love seein' thugs so we look for dirt
Where the shit don't stop and them six fours hop
If ya just get socked,
came out
My niggas ain't trying to the hear that smooth shit you talk about
What's Up wit that cat Canibus, some played you out
Why you didn't answer
be the vets (Yo) (Yo)
(Killa Queens, killa killa Queens)
Yeah, Yeah, Uh huh, 'Cord this shit
Cause I'm bout to practice this shit
I'm here
gets busy
Who is he? Dark man of the unknown (rrr, arf)
One dog, one bone
Now who ain't goin' home? Looks like you
You hit strike one, talkin' shit
found fo bout 4 or 5 days
Lil Wheezy in tha pen fo bout 4 or 5 days
Look he ain't in tha hood fo bout 4 or 5 days
Better not tell me shit when I'm
hoes
You're the type of bitch don't appreciate shit
Never had shit, so you won't be shit
That pussy there, couldn't satisfy a hair
On my body,
I'm always talking shit cause wherever I go I walk in shit
And now they got me on some stalking shit
Broad daylight niggas is crying "But I don't
got shit to give, but hard dick and conversation
And talkin end, when I commit the penetration
I toss at them, if it was proper we could kick it
When we
million albums since I got my start
I be all up and down them Billboard charts
That shit is easy, fucking with the Dangerous Crew
And kick back while I
Broken condoms, lipstick marks and unprotected sex
I feel like shit, you know I ain't shit
Sorry, won't turn back the clock
Baby I took advantage
ashes on your obituary, I know you feeling me
RIP my granddad Quick, he should have seen this shit
20 thousand on some child support, I seen that shit
out
Check it out y'all, check it, check it out
Well here's some reel type shit, Grand Puba with the singer
Give thumbs up 'cause I'm glad I could bring
may spill
The nigga, their partner, their family, they're killed
I'm talkin' for real, you kickin' that ra-ra to me
I LOL, shit's haha to me
Nigga ever
(That's the shit I'm talking about though, like)
(You changed up)
(You don't even fucking link nobody no more)
(You just dash me away like
partners at the house sell coke all day
Hit the mall like players, spendin' fat-ass bank
Junior high wasn't shit but a place to fight
Motherfuckers wasn't
that 09' Range
While I'm singing oh trey shit
(from this place come around my way you can hear some j's)
Its like this all day
Okay my names Wale
they
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