Lyrics:
If u no like
We no dey biz ooo
Yeah yeah
We dey collect your girl
With the flex ooo
Chorus
Whine for me girl
Ooh my baby won’t you grind for me girl
it all for, all for, all for you
I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you
I wanna do it all for, all for, all for you
I wanna do it all for, all
the madness to a flying halt
And radio needs to be ashamed
For pumping murder, murder, murder all up in our brain
I'll tell ya now Big Poppa don't like it
not really there
That's something new
Now I don't know what to do
So tell me why I keep coming back
To the same old songs on the radio
I'm gonna get
Unh, yeah breax, Crae
We haven't made it cause
We're on your radio started at the bottom
See how far we're gonna go
But we haven't arrived yet, yeah
you)
say something
We not fallin' for your trick 'cause your image is like a gimmick
Forget it every rhyme is bitten, you like a mimic
I'm talkin'
Ayo, for real, look, let me just say this
I wanna say I love Def Jam, Def Jam changed my fucking life
There's definitely some fuckboys in that
Basically
I'll be leaving this town for a while
Something stayed
With me
And my radio ain't left that dial
So I'm a bitch cause I respect you and I
(Chorus) [D-Mac]
I had to, get it how I live
I had to, go and take them risks
I had to, take care of my biz
I had to, Man it is what it is I had to
I
or not to be
I'm standing at attention cuz I'm ready for whatever
To many days and nights done gone by, it's time to get up out this desert
Enemy come like
I was walking out to head to work
I opened the door; I felt a jerk
Something suddenly pulled on me
I felt a need instantly
To turn the radio on; play
in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't
This for the ones
(Never had none and never been bought)
Live by the gun
(Die by the gun, rifle sun)
Grind for the Ghost
(World for my girl,
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
reason i do this
I make songs so you feel what i feel and relate
One thing that I've learnt in this music biz
Dont ever let a man dictate what you say
Let
our old yellow van
I'm still living in the house, looks pretty much the same
I could take you by if you like once for old times sake
No I'm still alone,
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
Now we have found ourselves reaching
For something receding...
Stone by stone
Piece by piece we break into a billion shattered souls
A place that
to pick out your flaws
Caught, panic, raise havoc like they my kids
And love while I teach 'em how
To get paid in this biz
By definition I define it
I was
down for the funk of it
Like Fred Sanford in the biz
Yo one held his paraphenalia, a Wu memorabilia
Mailed by the fortune teller, tried to tell ya
the blood sweat and tears
And losing some of your peers
And losing some of your self
Music has past gone by
Hopefully you don't manifest for the wrong
copy for ten rand
Who's benefitting from this piracy?
Why isn't our government doing something about this?
And we're contributing to this country's
Wanlov and Open Mike
Hit you like Tina was hoping Ike
Wouldn't
Stop repping for Hiphop
We just couldn't
Listen to the radio play stuff they
Shouldn't
he'll inherit my biz
I'm an entrepreneur I'm going to get it for sure
Cause I'm sick of being broke and I'm looking for a cure
I took my student loans
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