Lyrics:
drinked, I smoked, we talked
I admit that I told it all (our phone, we talked, it off)
From my good points to my faults (faults)
She said "What about
out
I don't want the fame, I don't want the clout
Niggas all envy me, I just want MVP
You knew me from the sand how could we ever be enemies
Ever since
in they stomach
Spinach and steak
Gortex boot prints still in they face
It's still in they space when
You visit his wake
This ain't a debate but we
at her and she looked at me
Then I turned on those KC lights
An' drove all night 'cause it felt so right
Her and I, man, we feel so right
I put it in
any
I made It by the skin on my teeth celebration call it off
Nah, not tonight no good words for me
'Cause I ain't even got a vice
Rob the game we
revenge ya'
Pull up to the club in a Phantom, I had a vision
Break 'em all down Arm and Hammer, end of vision
It's been a long damn time since a nigga
at her and she looked at me
Then I turned on those KC lights
An' drove all night 'cause it felt so right
Her and I, man, we feel so right
I put it in
of long ago,
A troubled time had taken out its toll.
And there was one, from Illinois. It's told how
Betty broke a new and grueling ground.
She went
brothers would gather to see me blowin nicks and dimes
It was me, Big, Pete, Tanya, and Sir Ibu
And the heat of the cipher, I was not libel
From all
rocks
Serving that goop stuck in my loop
Pitching that tragic all in the traffic
Me and my group me and my cabinet
Goobly goop, goobly bag it
I got
eighty percent of all my trust in you
The other twenty was cool, 'cause we gone make it through
(The homies said she got my mind blew in, blew in)
I
with no ticks I then trip or slip
Or maybe flip while my DJ's on the mix
Never lost a battle and if I did it was fixed
You must be sick of all
or slip
Or maybe flip while my dj's on the mix
Never lost a battle and if I did it was fixed
You must be sick all on my dilznick, like a jim hat
Your shit
it classy in person
But she a freak undercover
She go to school in Atlanta
Zone 6 she came from the gutter
She make me laugh no chris tucker
Ima
fingerprints
Chris Tucker, Larenz Tate, Dead Presidents
Dead white boys spread across
The coffee table
I don't know maybe I'll start
Me up a record label
Fuck it
You should be happy if we get outta this thing wit a ringtone
Clown
That was cool now let's get back to that block shit
Make it impossible for
greater or nothing less, I'm just like you
[Hook: Tanya Herron]
We are one, shoulder to shoulder
We stand, no promises
No demands, all of us know it
Life
yo bitch is tryna fuck me 'cause i'm lit
Shit, i'm coming up from nothin'
While I was on the block, I had to turn it into somethin'
And people said
Yodel-Ay-Hee-Hoo
Rock it, work it, move it all around
Do that thang, like you the baddest in town
Rock it, work it, move it all around
Do that
read baby Big blow
Uh, Pyrex and a digi-scale
Fuck gloves I got yayo all in my fingernails
And I can leave a set of white fingerprints
Chris Tucker
made it through the cobbler
It’s just me and all my brothers uh
I been hearin voices in my head it’s by default yea
I dump sugar in my grits hell naw ion
"kid, we found your name on a envelope at
The bottom of a half a ton of garbage and I just wanted to know if you had
Any information about it
here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead
I'll run this back for fun
My wife just had our son
The 42 hour long labour and trauma it brung
It
You should be happy if we get outta this thing wit a ring tone
Clown
That was cool now let's get back to that block shit
Make it impossible for
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