Lyrics:
on the map
Y'nahI'msayin?
I know you love it, the game is so irresistible to touch
You should see me when fienin' for microphones that I can clutch
you doin'? Turn it, turn the pick up button
Where's it at? What, this thing right here
Jerry, can you play that? Some of this? What? Why don't
How come
The days go by, we argue all the time
I want to make it right, ‘cause that was last night
Baby we gon' be alright, baby we gon' be alright
Yea yea
(Intro)
Man? You not my man you lied you said you were a banker!
No bank robber, see sometimes I stutter but
But I'm getting that whole speech
worried 'bout the ways of a turtle
One eat from the trees and one eat from the dirt
You tough on your song but you timid in person
That shit counterfeit,
play games
Playing wii sports
But I don't play games
Playing wii sports
But I don't play games
Playing wii sports
But I don't play games
2005 that's
Last Kings gear, man that shit so ill
I just wanna take you girls home
Make a nasty song and put this shit online
We could do it like Kid 'N' Play
Have
the one that they don't wanna see win
I need my brother, just like my backbone, you more than my friend
Who gone be here by the time my bag gone? Hope
I lied, I told you that if you get on my pirate ship i'd lead you to the treasure
I need you to remember all the times
You told me that you needed my
song
Been beating on the DJ before the Ma$e song
You play Clake Kent you better have your cape on
Plenty homes mansion many rooms
My necklace, 2 ex's
maintain
But these are the breaks when you try and come fake
Don't come with the rhymes that you just half baked
Well I'm the Benihana chef on the SP12
I
liberty jive
-stop giving out with this here liberty jive
Don't sing of people's rights that way
They might believe in what you say
So stop your song it's
And for them wack songs that you made
I want you to throw your pin, but hold the grenade
Explode to your grave, and go straight to hell
When your soul
Don't you grade me next to these rapper, baby, that's degrading
My style got so many different facets, I switch into so many different passions
I'm
with og
Im a young nigga that be with ogs
That get to the money so low key
You niggas worst than the police
Like ti in o five you don't know me
All
like a game of, game of ping pong
Every time we mess up, you sing the same song
La, la, la, la, la, I don't wanna hear it
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
So I'm dancing on my own
I've been waiting way too long
Dancing on my own
Play one more song, song, song
But you're not coming
Song, song, song
But
I was like oh no, don't know where my nut hit
Thought I shot it so far that it spilled all on the stairwell
But I ended up using it like Ben Stiller's
a man like D-E-E, come on
Come on do you really think I give
Two shit's if you're greazy?
I don't think so
You man ain't seen greazy yet
When my mandem
all the time, any place, anywhere
Y'all niggas could get it
Act like y'all don't know
In a world that's ice cold, blacks die slowly
Cats snatch
niggas its not safe out
Stay in the house don't play round
State of emergency where you stay now
They tried to bring the k out
They forgot I don't play
You already know what it is, from Harlem to Houston
Jae Millz, E.S.G. holla at me my nigga
'Cause you say you sold drugs, that don't make you
'Lyrikul' and write a short Press release about the song
(Hook)
Man I'm so sick of the games.
I dont wanna play em no more, I think that I'm just gonna stick
of his store?
They supposed to protect that nigga like God
Then on top of that, he got killed by a rat
And ain't nobody did shit back
I know King Von
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