Lyrics:
them do the flippin'
And I'ma stick to frees 'cause they better than my written
Chillin' by the pool kickin' ls gettin' lifted
Took a chance so I knew I
lo
And she all upon me like a logo, logo
But I'm not complaining, by baby let's go ohhhh
She kill them with the dance
She murder with her waist
be (what!? what!?)
You might be gang related!
Do you wear a hatchetman?
You in a gang and yo ass better be ready to do that thang
You rep tha jrb
Stop foolin' yourself not foolin' anyone else
I hope you're getting this
You're not the same man you were before
Tell me what are you like behind
We didn't have much money
And my clothes fit me funny
Hand-me-downs have never been in style
The years have gone by
And I've grown up since then
Old man, he and his dog that walked that old hand.
Every flower touches his cold hand,
As he slowly walked by weeping willows they would cry for joy,
and the rent is high (high)
I'm not very nice when I rhyme
When I bless mics to the ? other night
We can stay fenced by the best car
Everything nice, but I
gotta multiply
Not a mathematician myself so I ride, In my 98 Altima parked outside
Hustlin' mixtapes, I'm tryna get by, double U E double B follow with
on teachings that orchestrate my kingdom
Based upon elements of lyrics I bring them
Stone by stone (but did you build it alone?)
No kid was prone to seek it
[BLOODY MARY]
Yo, there was this Crip, Crip, Crip ended up more cripple than handy man
Went hoo-ridin' and know who's hidin' in a minivan
put in front of me
See they harden till I step up, then they run from me
Cause Myke Miers is much more than a man
Part machine with a mic attached to my
right by your head
You'd better watch it and do what I said
You got to hold on to what you got
Things might fall apart
But it don't mean nothing
Could've been a stick up kid (No!)
Should've been a lot of things (Whoa!)
Would I change everything
Or anything for who I am today?
So, I guess I better
a bitch, so just face it (face it)
When out of control, that mouth piece is dangerous
Know when to put the clamp on, chill out, put ya breaks on
You better
at the quarterback. Texas had a man in the stands the night we beat the Panthers
Said they had a spot for both of us that next fall
We were ridin' high on pride and big
perfect,
This aint worth it,
You gotta know by now,
I got have intentions,
But I got a temper,
Baby still remember,
Just what we're here to do.
I
green
Put some silk under you
Or it could be wool
I can call a light fixture man
To put in the lights
As long as you hang around
I'm not going anywhere
like that
All you out there fakin' better chill out (hold up)
[Chorus: x2]
Why you walk like that?
Cause I walk like that
I walk like that
Why
me?
Girl you better know the whole world respects me.
Come by the fire, chill with a player.
How you admire these words that'll save ya.
(Chorusx2)
Nothing bad could ever happen under a sky this blue
It was my senior spring, he was my mother's offering
A man might make things better
We could
fascinated by the way the been
Shake a heel from side to side back to back
In fact, I know the hoe from around the hood
Hang around all the time
But the bitch
paid the price for everyone
A one way ticket paid by the Son
Now I know, now I know, it's a brighter day
Friendly skies man, I'm on my way
[Chorus]
Or pours out from the can
And if I told you I was crying
Would you still think I'm a man
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
Hey Babe
Totally Nude
rumblin'
Fuckin' wit' me getcha trampled Lemon Lame is an example
He got beat down by these dogs, and all he got was just a sample
But now I'm on my way
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