Lyrics:
runnin' it up
Got a free agent mind state, I ain't done enough
And I don't sign contracts without the right amount
Better pay me for my talents or me and my
gettin' it by herself
Dancin' in the clubs, sellin' off some pounds
She even do taxes when the season come around
She had a dream like Martin to get up out
out, no way out
I said I'd be home because I
Don't wanna do that right now
I don't got time for that shit
I'ma kill you and you better
Hop in the casket
on this
I might go hard man I don’t know what to write on this
Gimme a rifle I won’t miss
If I recite what I write
With your wife
She might fly on this
swerving lane to lane this shit metropolis
Why you don't speak on shit? cus I be peeping shit
They gone remember me, my life you can’t remix
Tell'em cut up
come on
Boy, you'll never find another love as good as this
So you better represent
'Cause my love is the shh
The bomb, baby (come on)
Girl,
Copped that advance, but lost that check
Must be due to Alzheimer's onset
Go up in the label, when honies start feelin ya
Hobbes you better catch some A&R
Hey, check it
What we have here
Is another one
The remix (ladies and gentleman)
Orchestrated
(You don't have to worry)
By the Puff Daddy
to hop back in it like a remix
Had to rack in the racks till I'm back
Tell em I need some space
Better back up
Couldn't handle me alone
She call back up
So
(pop it, pop it)
I said it must be your ass 'cause it ain't your face
I need a tip drill, I need a tip drill
I said it must be your ass 'cause it
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split
it must be nice
Being with the one who'll treat you right
Flex on the gram, but you cry at night
Don't know love, but you do know lies
Said it must be
come on
Boy, you'll never find another love as good as this
So you better represent
'Cause my love is the shh
The bomb, baby (come on)
Girl,
don't bring her around me because
I'm a flirt
Now swear to tell the truth
And the whole truth
When it comes to hoes I be
Pimping like I supposed
nigga better check your children
Motherfucker gotta check the Building here I come nigga weapon concealing
Hey now, hey now Love you Lindsay Lohan
you know got the skills to go and rock a show like this?
Uh-uh, uh-uh, I don't know anybody
[Con Psy adlibs] Frontline remix, Con psy up in it, come on,
on when negotiations are halting
and time come for the beating up the bosses
Make them an offer that can't refuse, they don't comply
when I walk out they
That'll leave you cold
c'mon dog, that ain't platinum
You dipped it in white gold
Come between anything I love
Surely you stop breathin'
And y'all
to see
Though things change, the future's still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So you will always be in my heart, with
Carlos
Two houses over by the tall black fence
I keep the hooptie parked for situations like this
There go Grease, "Yo, get in! You drive"
"What the fuck
your feet upon the floor?
If we want a future, we must all come together
If we want to live, we must all do much better (we must all come together)
sick, my face might turn green
How can you ever be the best
In the scene when you're
Still tryna make a better tune
Than Fuckin' Widda Team
You don
eyes and see that I'm real
Don't gotta talk about the things that I did
You better talk to em
I walk through the hood and I'm by myself
And the Tec-9 is
Don't you give up
Keep goin', keep goin', keep goin', uh
If you're not ready
You'd better get yourself together
Funk you up, we gon' funk you
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