Lyrics:
work ethic is absurd, man
Oh yeah, is it? Really? If I was so determined
Then I'd still know how to speak a single word of German
And the album would've
Eighty-five on the bridge, hat to the side
Twenty-three-inch Yokohama flats on the ride
Young Stunna, baby girl, is you up on me?
They go so hard, man, I
puncture
Letting out air at a rate of 2 lbs per square inch
Per mile travelled
When the car is moving at 32 m.p.h.
And he picks up a hitch-hiker be
Who
overreact
Then something told me relax and just hope for the show to be packed
Don't wanna hit the stage before they fill each row to the max
'Cause that'd
they're your dogs, I could never trust a bitch
But now I grew too big for niggas that I used to grow up with
When I tried to make more room, they tried
Ninety-one, we takin' this WHOLE motherfucker over
Niggas got problems in ninety-one
Ninety-two, and ninety-three
And all that other shit, word up
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
to the max
Put to the test
Just wanna live your life
cnd
Forget about all the stress
Wanna wake up tomorrow
Not feeling like a mess
c tangled mess
sees it
It's therapy season!
You want album 3? Then give me a reason!
Why should I bother stressin' again?
Why should I wake up depression again?
Won't
the fuck you live
I don't give a fuck what they say about ya
We gon' pull up on ya
We gon' see ya about ya
Now your body rotting
It's three bad guys in
Dead Nazi by the Side of the Road
Well, we'd just finished breakfast that morning and Phyllis
went out on the front porch to see if they'd brung
my song
Brain damage
Way before my baby daughter Hailey
I was harassed daily by this fat kid named D'Angelo Bailey
An eighth grader who acted
to be the man, I moved up another level
Blinded by my ways, I was runnin' with the devil
At sixteen I pushed it to the max
Waking up that day I didn't
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
With an architectural design by TraxNYC, believe it
I'd ask to rock it, but I might fall
And by the way, how much of a ball was Live at Carnegie Hall?
[Mr.Cheeks ]
Yo we come through like bulls nigga take two puffs and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I back up 3 80 and my
Every inch of my writtens all truth never fiction
Heating up non stop been building up the friction
Building up the tension while breaking down
up man, cause this our year
Load up the tour bus, yeah we rolling again
Feeling good bout my fam, it's just me and my men
Yeah we loc'd up
that shoot up clubs
Make albums that click more than little drugs
They got me runnin' from the police
Nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin' down
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled
you through it
Step by step like you're into New Kid
Inch by inch with the new solution
They transmit hit's with no delusion
The feeling's irresistible
D go demon again
Make it rock on the block got em feigning again
4-3 In the sock got it steaming again
More green on the top got it leaning again
M3
of silence
Conversation being held with nothing but eye squints
Threw a dagger at his brain to kick off the violence
Mighty strong toss, but missed him by five
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