Lyrics:
head to my teepee
Got money and power, not a barker or growler
In the game with no ref, but will bury a fouler
Moonlight howler, in a new white
the pot know the kettle
Too busy pioneerin' shit for me to settle down
Gotta play the game to beat the game
I'm at a new level now, niggas hatin'
Been
I've been run down and I've been lied to.
And I don't know why, I let that mean woman make me a fool.
She took all my money, wrecks my new car.
Now
a Congressional page.
And when the Congress starts off its day,
It's with a meditation led by Shirley MacLaine.
Funding's a sure bet the budget's on time
up baby
Some times I feel like I don't have enough
Designer watches sport coats cigarettes by Davidoff My life is tough
Two pots of coffee but
percent I give him he give me a hundred
You gotta walk by faith when you never had nothing
True slee
Blind leading blind that's what I see in the news
Time
requested to develop a disease.
A new Micro-organism unknown to nature
That would lay waste to the human immunological system
The money was approved,
ki (uh-huh)
Only the real street niggas gon' understand me (yeah, nigga)
I'm from where the kids don't get a new jacket in fall
Roach in the cereal
the future then it just arrives
You slept on my sofa like every night
Doing any job around to get us by
You missed every birthday, every New Year's Eve
For
there by the side of the stage and I saw you exit left and wave me away.
Meet me halfway meet me halfway. I'll be in the boat that's leaking. Meet me
feel richer than ever before
I feel like I can do anything, WAIT
I can do anything
I got a new state of mine
Family, friends are by my side
For the sake
the coach and wasn't in it for the money like A-Rod
Even when I'm spittin' 'bout current events
It's a sublime sayin' who's more current than him??
So I'm
out to play after the sun goes down
Ain't got no money but I gotta lotta love
The fridge is empty but the belly is stuffed
Happy New Year, gonna be
checking niggas, fuck it, oh well
I just wasn't raised a little pussy disrespected nigga
I'm tryna live on my own by the ways of a gangster
So every time
checking niggas, fuck it, oh well
I just wasn't raised a little pussy disrespected nigga
I'm tryna live on my own by the ways of a gangster
So every time
out, uh-huh
I'm from the South, I'm breaking these bitches off
Making the news with headlines, she's dangerous and she's out
In your tape deck, these
girl a new dress, just to give me some sex
Cause I'm ripping up the mic, and I dress so fly
Some people they wonder why, that I stay so high
Cause I'm
new rover off the shelf real quick
Ruffin my tv's all through that shit
Yokahama 20-inch dubs on that disc
See my cashmoney hot-girl floss her
Is to be a g
And stay paid
Get da money and power
And ge laid
Make it bounce by da freestyle
Da Boogie Man breaks it down
To versatile so
As da clock
a year went by so fast
Time to see - What we have - Time to see
Turn the projector on
First shot Roger
With the Fender guitar he just got out of hock
job, mo' money mo' prob in this dirty game
This industry fucked up
That's right I said it, and it's fake as ever
Keep real niggas around me, stay
Or other should I say the British walking
Shit talkers from New York Get cooked
Burnt up, I stay way like pork
How many emcees have said that I've read that
raised in the zoo where niggas never played by the rules
Some nigga tried to play me back in high school
I fucked around and made the news
I never been
blown away by the wind
Bugs keep crawling over my floor
There's a couple of new ones today
All the things I should have done
Maybe tomorrow I'll find
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