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(What we gon' do when it all comes back to us"} [Rhymefest] Look, times is hard, life is hard I lost my job, baby oh my God My wife is nauseous, she
for them on Christmas Eve They hung young Cain from the Adam trees And danced uh oh While you were sleeping I tossed and I turned too I closed my
my jewelry is so bright That the chain light up the club, call it a strobe light Love to hate me but hate to love me Face it dummy, I'm makin' money
when I'm in a wife-beater Dropping loads off It look like Saks hit the dry clеaners She started sucking dick for no rеason She a mind reader Pop full
Omo omo omo to Shan Omo omo omo to Shan Omo omo omo to Shan Ozedikus wannem Omo omo omo to shan Omo Omo to shan Badboy timz in the building oh Young
I've done I'm a bad boy I'm young and I'm in charge boy I'm getting money in large gon And I want you to move baby dance for me Oya dance for me baby oh
on the road Shit pretty lit I just got hiit By a podiac aztec The Lawyers on the call But i think he got sual Run for my life Cause i murdered my wife She took
paradise We some young black kings but we not the type to stereotype Black on black visions Y'all on black on black crimes Money power women Got y'all niggas
Bishop on my right and LRN baby is too my left Me and Young Shod got each other's back so watch how you come all my members step We came out the trenches
money (Yeah) Fuck a spliff, I be sipping on muddy (Yeah) In the lab nigga fuck all that clubbin' (Yeah) Poach your bitch put my dick in her tummy You know
me down for bills now BITCH where my money? I seen you ridin' in a Benz homie Oh and yo' wife got them new titties don't she? Oh and fuck the house You
might lie but I'm a player by nature Work a ho quick for the paper So haters feel the vapors, yeah take a hit from the bomb (Chronic) I brought a whole
him They choosin', it's gruesome How these young boys like to coop 'em Cuff 'em I take 'em on a date and don't touch 'em You love 'em Girls come around
gotta get my money right I'm here one day flyin' out the next night you-P-S flight I'm only tryna live the best life I rip rhyms who funess right hopin
cats They kicked in my doo' shot my wife in the back And you think them mothafuckers woulda left it at that They beat me in my head until I said where
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