Lyrics:
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Reminds me of my origin your
Crisscrossed fences are avenues
Paid for by the NHS
You need it more than the patients
For mortgage fees and medical
isn't fun to watch someone get maimed
John Doe was his name under white sheet and surrounded by tape. Dang
I hope that she don't got herpes if she got
of these women might be in my life but you the girl for real
That I'd honestly die for, you got it all fucked up and twisted
Just cause I love 'em don't mean
a lil closer, let me whisper in your ear
I got a love jone
For your body and your skin tone
Got what it takes to make grown men moan
We almost
thousand pound boat?
It's money by the tons, fo' sho' homey and all hunds
And if ya get past the gate, cameras and pitbulls, you can have some
is my style
And if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now
And get 'em with Juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects
You
twisted
Spell it out I'm taken
Send In a smoke signal get to ripple
And wait for that shit to ripple
Don't judge a picture
Or a book by it's cover
See I
on the block
You and your cousin
Nevermind who ya fuckin'
Quick to get twisted in the wind and when ya do motherfuckas get messy
Don't deni it you know you is
And testin me is like pitbulls put up to poodles
My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline
It's Ludacris - I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines
sock
Pitbull lock on your neck, kiss it and you'll die
Boxer you take mine off then hallelujah
Shando, count my blessings, spin around two times
clockin' (clockin')
Yeah we wrong but dare a nigga try to stop us (try to stop us)
And you can get it, anywhere anybody
Dem Boyz got work, Dem Boyz got
on
'cause you'll keep goin' crazy 'til your mind is gone
[Chorus: x2]
It Ain't Easy,
but you got people tryin', to put you down, believe me
I keep
got no beef, but I’ll still take a beat a bury it
My success is on the low and I do it by myself
No help for me son, I got a weapon in my belt
Pull
thinkin it's cool
I miss the old days before they started playin Pitbull
Don't get it twisted though I'm still a pretty young dude
Gotta cut down
sip lots of liq' shots
It makes my hip-hop fat as your lip got
When I kickboxed with flip-flops
And give a disk jockey six copies of this floppy
(Cam'Ron)
It's the remix, Killa, Dip Set
Harlem, mo say, chrome holla at me
(Verse)
Doggy I seldom stunt, but got some pell 'em stunts
Call 'em dunts, tell
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
No sleep, I'm lookin' forty
With three bricks in a 740
Bitch, I ain't got time to party
I'm breakin' bread with Dominican niggas
Over a hot
Runnin thru the jungle wit some niggas that'll clip u
Please dont get it twisted
Niggas movin funny u a stand up comedian
I wish u was a stand up nigga in
I'm a twisted, Optimistic
Little gifted, in linguistics
Got a fine tuned intuition
Yeah, got me listed as a misfit
I'm a twisted, Optimistic
right she fine than a
Motherfucker I ain’t gone lie straight up
I take her home though, fucked and got off
Pitbull type
Now do I love them hoes, hell no
Why they worked so hard to get by
And live life for ten years free, and then die
I can't take that lie cuz I won't get by
It's my story, I'm writing
the earth, oh my
The beat get abused like I rock a wife beater
Drinker, fired by the company
Friday, late on the car note tryna do taxes
This my house it's
No sleep, I'm lookin' forty
With three bricks in a 740
Bitch, I ain't got time to party
I'm breakin' bread with Dominican niggas
Over a hot
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