Lyrics:
better fuck with me now
Cause if you're in love with me well then you're someone to be
Yeah yeah, come fuck with me, I'm going places that you'd like to
I
Now I was taught to play in a different way
By a dude known as Delgado
He said listen to me and you soon will be
A timbale desparato
I got juice
What
change
I gotta plunge in the mud
That's the cost when you love
Now we filled with distrust
Pain does thrust
If you not ready it's gon crush you
I seen what
?)
Either you bring it
(We gon' bring it)
Or you can't
Sometimes it gets kind of messy out there
(Sometimes)
But we get by
(Well what'cha wanna do with
at a grade school party
Well, I can keep the beat but I can't break dis
It's hard to look cool in crazy pants
But I wear 'em anyway even when they look whack
been in my prison, won't fit in my cell
Won't fit in my pants, don't look at my belt
I mean what I say and I say what I meant, my nigga
(I stand
a thief, I don't know how
All I've ever taken is a bow
We'll catch the swine that did this job
Give up the pig puns, creep
Go jump in a lake, that's my
on ya mind well shit I want 2 (2)
They asked how I want the Benz said I want it Nipsey blue (blue)
New York flow I gotta wear the Tim boots
He In His Bag
Huxtable-kisses-and-hug shit
First night we fuck, shit, and don't call the next day
This a thug's wedding day, in love
Will we make it? Let us pray
In the limo my
going up
In uh up in Harlem
Going on over in uh Chicago too man
Shit's crazy and you know when Hurricane
Katrina came through
In New Orleans they was glad
Machine against man and the
Planet's in ruins
But by then we will have mastered the craft
Of creating clone soldiers to we don't have
(to) come out
this man (Hell Rell)
Lemme hear a hook on this
Hook
J.R. Writer:
It's kinda hard to doubt that we ain't a slaughterhouse
Dip radio, you're now tuned in
sublime
Coalesce the skill and the will divine
They must not divide they must be combined
The heart is the ark where the spark resides
Leave that part in
And in from the door steps a dumbass struts the fool's gold
Know-it-all, and you wear it well
Funk-less in full length
Too square to stand for
Anything at all this is where you'll find me
(Maids enter and dress Marian for
Laura's funeral in the
Same way that Laura was
Dressed for the wedding)
(The
as Theresa May
Which reminds me, half of you man here dance funny
Cant co-ordinate your legs let alone the whole country
Mad, whats that? staying in Europe is
please everybody
What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to
I grew up in the gutter, life a motherfucker
I guess that why I don't trust
live then you die where your body goes
If it's Hell or it's Heaven
6 or the 7 well I'll keep the nina for our be foes in a gamble
That's what life is
(will come home and love you better)
You can run the streets with your thugs (you feel me, sweetheart? let that nigga be free)
I'll be waitin' for you
of your life
But chances are we won't be talking by the end of tonight
God I'm a fuck up man why do I do this
I could end it all now this pipe in my right
span
In the past few minutes of a time span
Was it well spent not to resent
But to accept nothing will bring him back man
Fuck
Two attempts to meet my
Teammates acting lame
Their eyes up in flames
Thinking that I'm paying
What the fuck are they saying?
cin't bringing no hoe to a game
Made a whole speech
haters ain't got no business
That's how we attack your shit
Nigga we'll smack your bitch in the middle of the Grammy
And the media might ban me
Nigga
the prince, and that's all, heh
What it is shawty? Can I roll good?
See you impressed by the game like ya s'pose to
You see rap stars with cars and black cards
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