Lyrics:
ain't playin' to be real with ya
You ain't never made love with a real nigga, I can tell by the way that I deal with ya
I ain't nothin' like a ex, I'm
tools
To avoid relapse
Been there done that
I'm above them dudes
The life cruisers
My foundation is back
I'm still a user
The marijuana abuser
The stiles
systems still rot
Still harassed by cops, snitches on blocks
Sellin they peoples out - some
Real folks with clout
Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson
Stokely
Im dying here, crying here by the door,
Breath in life so we could be
Like we were meant to be
Lying here on the floor, Im waiting for ya,
I wish
very fat, just skin and bone.
Huh!
Well, now I love her and she loves me,
Oh, how happy now we're gonna be,
Making love underneath the apple tree, oh!
Whoa, how happy now, we can be
Making love underneath the apple tree
She's my one and only, she's my heart desire
She's a real up setter, she's a real
in my hood were killed
Thinking why I got a 9 in my pocket for real? (listen)
It's gotta be a better life than this
I mean kids shouldn't have to go
niggers with me on a,
So I recommend your fagot ass to walk by, we movin' money
Touch the sky the, the more about the might dollar
Let's keep it real, ya
the back stairs
Like twenty grams, plus the caravan
I left the keys by the safe, erased the code and flipped the license plate
Got all the phone calls
your nose
Cops don't know about this Method, but smell it all in his clothes
Yup, I'm still intact, how real is that, I'm back
With enough, fits
about paying me back
Before I relapse
Twenty dollars in the wallet for the relax
Wallow in my sorrow on the 8-track
Tryna be like Andre making 3 stacks
but my past tryna activate
Apple Replay I'm just thankful I can make ya playlists
Anytime you niggas doubt me, it be entertainment
I keep it real, don't
raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks.
So in a battle I be stabbin',choppin' M-C'ss like trees,
Piece-by-piece buildin' cabins.
I'm a maniac magician,
Boxing, now they're feeling McGregor
I took her to the house phone and keys by the dresser
She's gone by the morning can't be missing my lecture
I mean, I
much)
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks
Knew that ass was real when I hit, it
She had a apple bottom skinny waist
Shake dem bunz all in my face
5-6 super freak
Tell at da homies dat she got
Bunz, bunz bunz (said she got)
Bunz,
All are happy now we can be
Making love underneath the apple tree
She's my one and only, she's my heart's desire
She's a real upsetter, she's a real
Now back around
Get signed by the pats
What's he gonna do? I don't know sexual assault perhaps
Hello my friends
Thought this was gonna be the end
But I
The cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless
With no conscience, back streets stay darkened
Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened
My
down the middle man
Take the bones out man for real
Yeah all apple pie yeah
Straight up, Flipmode BK king
[Ghostface Killah]
It was the best heist
down the middle man
Take the bones out man for real
Yeah all apple pie yeah
Straight up, Flipmode BK king
[Ghostface Killah]
It was the best heist
the world around me B
Is movin' in slow motion when
Every time she walks by
She's the apple of my eye
Bonita Applebum you got your boy's eyes on the prize
see, it was meant to be, darlin come to me
Do you know the road to the Apple Tree, the one that led me back to thee?
started moving on
And started going on the road
We weren't home that much
But, back then they had this really great idea
When we hit town
These parks
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