Lyrics:
hit them high notes
No disrespect, I'm just a nut
Tryin' to get some cash
You's another nigga in my way
Tryin' to get some scratch
I'm tryin' to get
Mza-Mza-a-r-k-i-e
I'm tryin a give you h-e-l-p
So I'm a end it off like this
Before you give somebody a kiss
For the one you adore, check them before
You get
So quit all that beef and come get this cheese
Nobody really been knowin the drama we done seen
Like my nigga Flesh in jail, stressin in that cell
he's down with us
Julio G he's down with us
Sway and King Tech, are down with us
Makin funky music is a must... I'm number one! *one echoes*
People
Stop tryin' to take our money
Yo, you gotta bust this
We want justice
From public enemy number one
To can't trust this
Like F Jim or Hyatt
Tryin' to solve a riddle
Tryin' to solve a riddle
Tryin' to solve a riddle
You could say a lot but opinions are fickle
Trying to solve a riddle
Trying
You got the lights on in the afternoon
And the nights are drawn out long
And you're kissin' to cut through the gloom
With a cough-drop colored
because the nigga gettin paid
I've got, niggas from coast, slangin my dope
Got niggas and G's, and rollin keys keys to record sto's
Get paid wit fatals,
here, no enemies, always family please
All of your personal info
I ain't thinkin' 'bout love, I just tryin' to get it up
Pop a bottle, talk a lot
But it wasn’t for lack of tryin
Back where we started nothing’s changed
It’s strange
Ever get tired of the games my number’s still the same
B-SECTION:
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha
(50 Cent)
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love
We run everything
We run the streets, the radio, and the club
All of the above
[Beanie Sigel and R. Kelly]
Yes, yes! (All the above)
Uhh
to Diddy like “Sean, are you proud of me yet?”
Mouth open, can't throat it so he chokes on the head.
I'm just playing Kelly, you know I....
Can't stand you
Bid TV you can't bid if you die
Keep a cannon like nick but
My last name not Jonas
Bitch get R Kelly'd she livin' life golden
If I get a free kill then
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
If it ain't live, it ain't me
Oh nigga, I'm too deaf to move a step through shards or slip and slide
Talk back and you get me for cussin', cuttin',
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
This the grill what up get em Pace
Lets get 'em in
Girls are like little boys
I'm Michael Jackson I touch em
Guns are like flat tires to
Me I fricken'
Ayo sweetie, you're lookin' kinda pretty
What's a girl like you, doin' in this rough city?
I'm just here, tryin' to hold my own ground
Yeah, I
Ayo sweetie, you're lookin' kinda pretty
What's a girl like you, doin' in this rough city?
I'm just here, tryin' to hold my own ground
Yeah, I
An undercover on the dubba always trying to charge a brotha
Call me late night, spark a Philly
are-Kelly, I jack the brother
Comin' from the (?) Memphis
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try to tell them,
takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try
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