Lyrics:
different flames
And I don't owe them an iota
Tell my mama I'ma die sober
Yeah, I might be bipolar
I should write an album out in Wyoming
Low bottom, I'm
eatin chips
Sittin on the porch by our house, leavin something in a stash
How do we outlast? Always keep cash
[Spice 1 - Verse 4]
Sittin on the scene,
like it's hot
It's all on tape matter fact you all are fake
So that four will make ya head alternate
'Cause while I'm stabbin' and jabbin' you get
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
for like all four seasons
Think I'd die, you think bout leaving
Take you too, If I might need to
Three shots, Four shots
I'm tweaking
One piece, two
and a four bitch
I catch two by the store, they was lackin', I was so lit
My bro in love with my opp bitch
He just addin' to the points, they ain't tell you
shacking ama cock ur ass 4 ur fake'n
ma father taught me how 2 keep ma head high
but the PAIN N THE SHAME as i c my own pride
gettin PLAY'D LIKE A GAME now
to die, I probably won't make it to Heaven
No singing no sad songs or kind words by the Reverend
No one sheddin' tears with happy thoughts to think
Re-noi fais tes billes prends tes parts
J'aime agir, pas ler-par
Écoute le skeud, prends des baffes
Tu veux l'zbeul? Prends mes gars
En 2-4-6 ils
to hate it all, no love? (Full-fueled flight on US Air)
Just wait and watch out for the scuds (Nine-eleven, I was there)
Hut, two, three, four! - No War!
out that muthafucka with about 4 pounds of that shamrock
Zip lock, body bag, toe tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
In and out fast, murderous, vast
sing, about me
Promise that you will sing about me
[Verse 4: SAVE]
An angel would die when dimensions would rise
From the distance of the snake
me a new blockbuster deal/
For a n***a to live/
Its gon take shady 4, 5 maybe 6 mil/
I done did 6 albums n***a/
This s***s real/
And now you
goes
'Look! I can't believe it! Look
At that!' I'm like, 'What?'
She goes, 'The keno numbers are
Coming up in order one
Two, three, four, five' I'm like
off me
Two years of my life were spent in a mental health
I'm a threat to society, then again to my fuckin' self
I'm losin' my fuckin' mind, my veins
the old folks home
Twelve hour ride to the same four albums
Brand new whip but the same old outcome
Same old songs in the young man head
On repeat, get
throat
I'm scoffed up
Constipated with pain
Hating the rain
We all get wet
And pretty much when you close to death
I think you live by the gun
You die by
start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
No peace,
Got nothing live for, Deceased
By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)
Pull the hammer
start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
No peace,
Got nothing live for, Deceased
By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)
Pull the hammer
get it, the Bricks don't fuck with herbs
Come get it, I represent Jerz 'til I die
Smoke on the lah lah lah lah lah lah
Come get it, y'all niggas don't
Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let it
uhh, ahhh
Uh, one two y'all, you know I rocked 'cha
Step in the realms of Junior MAFIA
One two y'all, you know I rocked 'cha
Step in the realms
moves
Now I got a better view so
Even thought my count down
I’m still like, two hands ahead of dudes
And trust me you can get slapped
With either I’m
they start losing pints
You can die by the gun or the knife
[Chorus: Havoc]
hey yo
Eh yo a nigga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know
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