Lyrics:
You don't have to worry
I won't waste your time
If I ain't satisfied
Love can make
Make a stronger man
But you don't love me (you don't love me
And if ya got beef, then you can live with Jimmy Hoffa like
[duo] what goes up, must come down
But not me clown
I cut 'em, crack a speaker when I'm
Lover and a fighter man, eye of the tiger and
Don't call me Rocky, a hopeless romantic
Sippin' the green, I could be Captain Planet
This epidemic had
fronting MC, I hate to cap
You make hit records and you still can't rap
I said it before, I'll say it again
You don't belive me, ask your fans
When I
living hell with all time to battle
The funk ignited, hands are writing, brains dividing
I'm coming out excited
Like I'm Blackula, a better man that
real, girl, it's me in your world
Believe me
Nuttin' make a man feel better than a woman
Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
There are few things
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
can't get shit from me
You ain't smokin' my lye
Pushin' my ride and if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by
All you bitches just walk on by
mothafuckas, you can tell by how we dressin' (dressin')
Been after us for years, but nigga, we ain't learned our lesson (lesson)
Got niggas in the grave
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platinum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
Call my boy Poppa see to put a slug in your vest
Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn
me your new Ed
My garments cost an arm and a leg
Man are like "Skeppy, you're killing 'em
Dread" taliban stylee, we kamakaze
Too much style for
by oh
Dra by uh
And you used to teasing me
Dra by oh
Dra by uh
And you used to teasing me
Respect the boy man
I got the iraq money fuller world bank
Intro (Shaq):
Yo Jef, why don't you give me a hoopa beat or something, something I can go
to the park to,
yeah, there you go, allright, I like that,
nice as me? I think not
Are you nice as me I think not
Big gump
Man this is where shit gets greasy
I spit funk and get drunk
A small town legend people
a station
Then it's no comment, no comment, no comment
They can keep me to the sunrise
From littering to gun crime
The code that I live by I die by
Man you
sell 'em to me!)
Call me the dead body man (You can mail 'em to me!)
Call me the dead body man (But, Bring 'em to me!)
Call me the dead body man
The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama
How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options
I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton
it)
On fire like a page with my pen to it (Yeah)
Got my chest poked like a sail with the wind thru it (Big Man)
I’m the man but you gotta understand now
payback
Keep that thang on me stay strapped
Throwing money, ten racks, your hoe fucking, ASAP
My swisher loud nigga, I can't hear a thang
I like that
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
ready
I got nothin' to lose in the world to gain
I leave you slain and make your family relocate and change their names
Like the West coast say
"Take my hammer, Polly Ann and go to that railroad
Swing that hammer like you seen me do it
And when you're swingin' with the lead man
They'll all know,
Like B I double G I E, with some R U L E
Notorious know to bust in your E Y E, baby baby
Bitches know they love and hate me
I come, you come, we
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