Lyrics:
don't know who I'm talkin to
(I'm talkin to you) so (come on)
Cause in a battle you cannot win
Cause my deejay will (tear yo butt limb from limb!)
He's
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
the game"
So I said it's over, bitch you musta forgot who you talkin' talkin' to
This be the man who single-handedly made it out the hood
Doin' good good
you losers are clueless
I knew you was not on my side, you a fake in disguise
I just hate all you guys who would claim you would ride and just die for
you can't stop talkin'
every time you move your feet."
You know that we're all stranded,
we ain't got no place to go.
We are stranded here
in the city
now
Mad status and mad doe
But with that comes mad chicks yeah?
Chicks who wanna eat off your table
Fuck your niggaz in the pradas that you've purchased
ain't tears that's the Visine dripping
You have to forgive the past so that you can actually function
Who you are is yours and I am mine
But we still fuck
money but I ain't talkin geico
Niggas always run up on me
Don't know I got that tommy
Put that in his tummy
How you feelin
I'm feelin like a muthafuckin
the greatest (woo), on the beat who ever did it
Mike WiLL the one who made it, it's Shady on the lyrics
I'm somewhat outlandish they say
You say we're cut
victim to your silent talkin', oh no
I can't stand it no more
I tell you
Silent, silent, silent, silent talking
Don't run me down
Drive me down
Who's
(So fuckin crazy man)
Yeah
Oh, they ain't ready ha ha ha ha
Yeah
Big dog like a Roman who reins
You niggas talk like you've been in the game
I'm
How many real ones you got with you?
How many real ones you talkin to?
How many real ones you got with you?
How many?
Uh, I'm a man who's seen
Ayy Storm muhfuckas out here trippin'
Yank some of these bitches
By they collar baby
Of my comrades (Comrades)
Yeah! For all you mothafuckas who
Be
now.
Now I must be really hard-up to work for some motherfuckas
With a name for a group like that
You know what I'm talkin' bout?
Yeah
Yeah, yeah,
Mahishasura Mardini Ramyakapardini Shailasute
In Great Battles Against Enemies, You Are Accompanied By Girls Who Appear Tender Like Flowers
You Are Accompanied
an arm for
When they know they're your heart
And you know you are their armor
And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her
But what happens
Put your body in a ditch
Or dig a grave for that shit
Don't you ask who like it
Crunchy Blac did it bitch
Keep on talkin' all that noise
And I'ma
are more appealing
Another day goes by and more photos I'm not seeing
By the end of the week it seems that you're just fleeting
Conversations
Light the motherfucking roof on fire
Know you see that coupe when we ride
(Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up)
I'm talkin' right now, right now
witness grief through startin' material
You are blinded by lights, had an ego ratio
God bless you with the gift of only show
Business but you a careless
Who do you think you really are?
You said that you gangsta
But you not hard
Who do you think you really are?
Do you believe that you are star?
You
of southern kings
Where you're a superstar no matter who you are
Your dreams can take you very far
In Atlanta
Fresh V-necks, white Forces, 'A' fitted
Fast cars,
gettin' into rock, shit
Scared of who? Huh, we goin' get rid of you
Climbin' up the walls wit' gimmicks, that shit is pitiful
Dawgs close by me, so why
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