Lyrics:
lightly begins to rain screams of terror
Are hidden by the passing trains
This can't be little Shane, his uncle cried
As he drops to his nephew's
and checked in every night and that was not probation
They gave they two cents and we ain't ask for no donation
Man, you on some other other shit
Just found out
we do that often
Two bad bitches, thick like horses
Let 'em snort cocaine at a party
Leave 'em stiff like rigor mortis
Don't try to race, this car
she takes the two cents
Feeling like a baller looking like a nuisance
Who's this it's lit big shit
Look I need a cruise ship
Make it clap
She a model
cents off
He ate it right there in the store
And then died before he was mature
The badness from the world vanished
But two days later it was unbanished
I'm not the type of man that be stressing Na
I'm not yo boyfriend that you question hell Na
I'm the type of friend you roll up that stress wit
Stress
And though we had it rough, we always had enough
I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two
of them go pen
Send mi likkle VO, gwan sit with them
Send them one two creps and Ralph Lauren
While they build up this picture that I'm 50 Cent
Rah,
Papa threw his two cents too
They said always watch the friends around you
Cause some of them are not for you
You can tell them by the way they
Lanes in a two door coupe with ya
Lil mama wanna ride, lil mama don't make me drop the roof on ya
Said she wanna get high, alright
Now it's a vibe
sides of the fence, no friends
I don't wanna drive by, I wanna walk on down Play good at home but don't perform, well
out of town Some niggas could swim,
and in time it profits
I take a acre for you, fertilize the soil
And make it boil, til it produce black oil
The shorty sweet as, the flavor of forty
Listen
If I get rich I'll still fuck with my broke friends
And by then all my friends won't be broke no
Got my boy who just cooks he don't mix spices
no pe
From the nashville skyline
Girls in south country
In this world gone wrong
So here's another love song
[verse 2]
We came a long way baby
You
never have to give our two cents
I wanna make it so we keep our two by making a change
I wanna make it I wanna make it
I wanna make the best outcome ever
Yeah it's your boy young presh
Yeah
Where all my ladies at
Yo!
When we step in the party
The girls them come and they come in two's
Tell up my men
thank the earth for providing for you with her nutrient rich soils. You pause for a breath or two and begin slowly eating, savoring each bite as you
Bugs back to back eyyo Bezzy back to back eyyo
Outfit black on black eyyoAlbum track by track eyyo
Everybody outside the hood tell a friend
Iseb ist
die trying
By any means like 50 Cent
Try to rob me he a idiot
Smoke a big nigga on some skinny shit
Hop out the car or stay in that bitch
Either way do
hard to beat
As the stranger knew then the toughest two by far were where he sat
Was a pot belly fellow from south Alabama and a dude in a black felt
with two cuties in apartment A3
Bullets hit opponents, bang bang AP
That's Acorn Projects from Set It Off, shit is real
Get your head blown off, this is
From someone who wants to be loved by you
I'm very good with plants
When my friends are away
They let me keep the soil moist
On the seventh day I
pushin’ a Benz, I’m chasing the bag, not tryna make friends
Yeah
Yeah
So fuck all your 2 cents
I can see through all the bullshit, It’s translucent
Yeah
Too Damn Hype led by Jeff and the Prince
You're spending dollars and cents
We're spending pounds and pence
And yens and rubels and marks, you think I'm
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