Lyrics:
alive
Sick of workin that 9-5
Yeah it's grabbing at my throat got my brain deprived
Sick of working that 9-5
Gotta sacrifice my life just to barely get by
You may be an 8, but you'll never be a dime without my 2 cents
Damn
Back to back
Back to snap
Imagine that
Nigga y'all said wouldn't be shit now I'm
of the 80's know that I'm the
Original B-I-Z-M-A-R-K-I say with a E
You know me, and my man Big Daddy
I can't forget, Cutmaster Cool V
And my partner, my
Setup by a fiend, I gave credit in the past
Niggas ain't loyal no more, it's forgotten
You can't enjoy the fruits of your labor if they rotten
My type
Tahoe
Never know just what type of a hoe inside of my ride I may let
Last night went to 5 a.m. and she ain't even recover from last Friday yet
Hoes all
no fuckin way they was gettin me
Ran across the ave without checkin what color the light was
And got hit kinda hard by an old beat up white Dodge
(Ay, look)
(But you can't get there)
M-O-N-E-Y (yeah, it's good just to be back)
Never did a thing for L-O-V-I-N (it's good to be seen back,
born in December, five days before Christmas day
Haunted by the ghost of the Christmas past
Didn't wanna blind him so I kept my wrist tilted this way
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
off my chest
And show the people the All White G is the best
Imma kill these bars and leave without a trace
Wanna be friends with me? You can’t be
like a hard drive
I'm hard like hole in one's on a Par 5
I'm the shit and you're an arse wipe
I could make ya quit from the lyrics in my archive
Since
with no common sense
Hip Hop started in the west
Ice Cube bailin' through the east without a vest
[W.C]
Now as I look to my riz-right and to my
Heartbroken when you left my world
Man, I wish I would've kept my girl
And I love you
I don't know what I'm gon' do without my baby
It's driving me crazy
lobes
I never live by the code
I'm qualified and it shows
Bigger than all your prerequisites all without tippy toes
My purpose? I surely know when
5 months ago you died
I felt you there in my eyes
It was only for a second
But it made me think of better times
Distance murdered the runner
Time
V1-Crusing down 85
Your hand up on my thigh
I’m feeling you tonight I don’t wanna wait
A Party in my seat
We’re turning up the heat Something bout
I’ll see my dogs, and go a be dog, go growl at bitches that’s leaving the club,
Thought we were planning on meeting and seeing each other or some’ by
I got what I need, still I feel all alone
Hear the phone buzz, let it disconnect by the tone
Moving differently, every each to their own
Every 1,
pop no jive
We just blew em out, so now there's five
Five wack crews lined up in the hallway
All perpetrating like they're read to play
My secretary
and this drink I got is almost gone
And I've been doing wrong my whole life long
So here's my song here's my song
Five pounds of dro five rounds or mo'
Tore
just two bad chicks!
I hope my fans help me save the world as well
Let's start by praying that the ladies will burn in hell!
Thanks to Lil Dicky we love
Uh uh
(Another one by Billy)
Uh uh uh
Uh uh uh
(Yo T they're not ready for this one bro)
Uh uh uh
It feels so lonely without you here hold me
You are
He never missed that Sunday service
Never earned a thing without hard working
Never made my momma cry
Never scared to say what was on his mind
Never
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