Lyrics:
when it would all end
Damn near my broke my heart when you said that we were just friends
Why you always cappin about all these other men
Two shots off
animals and you just held your ground
You fuckin' treat me like I'm crazy
I'll put a gun up to his head to make you see
That you can't have nobody but me
By the power given to me by the American Marriage Ministries
And by the State of California
I now pronounce you Husband and Wife
You may now seal
were a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work hard
Ya ba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dum
If I were a biddy biddy rich yidle-diddle-didle-didle
were a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work hard
Ya ba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dum
If I were a biddy biddy rich yidle-diddle-didle-didle
ain't really learnin'
He been in church but say that he ain't moved by any sermon
His face weak, he ain't prayed in a week
he wake up and just weep
don't do drive by's we
Do pull ups like Sonic
Don't it, remind you of greatness
Leave your ass faceless
I battle you, take your heart
And then taste it
work, then I'm headin' to the trap
Lap after lap, making rack after rack
Gelato 41 and we got Cookies by the pack
Sticky situations, I ain't ever
save me
The way that shes fine-nah
She drip in designer
Hit by tsunami the way that's she's wavey
Ashanti's my baby
I go fugasi she drip in designer
Hit
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
"Good God Almighty, like back in the old days
You know, years ago they had the A&R men to tell you what to play
How to play it and you know whether
Hey yo man, you remember that shit Eazy did a while back
Motherfuckers said it wasn't gonna work? (Word)
That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit, man
of this 'cause I was trying to get to work
I could've got away I almost had 'em shook
'Til this girl walked by something said not to look
But I
of this 'cause I was trying to get to work
I could've got away I almost had 'em shook
'Til this girl walked by something said not to look
But I
and all-American men were like Hemingway to the days of the wondrous ?B? movie. The producer underwritten by all the millionaires necessary will be Casper ?The
Many tricks on people. Somebody doing a
Hard job of work, 'zzt, zzt, zzt', up comes the
Father with his magic wand, 'Zoop!' no saw.
Come to someone
go get your work
And keep your beeper chirpin' is a must
Is you on that dust or cornstarch
Familiar with that smack man
The music is like that
go get your work
And keep your beeper chirpin' is a must
Is you on that dust or cornstarch
Familiar with that smack man
The music is like that
and you know the distance makes you go crazy
So I take a trip to the west side
Take a visit let the jet fly
Cause I ain't seen you in a minute
And I
Filthy rich
In the field with sticks
Spinning blocks
Opps will get hit
Brick by Brick
From the corner
Where it still get lit
Been outside boy
I built
Boys with brilliance in their eyes
Dulled by years of life's disenchanting cries
Only ever learn to work, buy, and die
On and on along roads that
of great men reached and kept
Never attained by sudden flight
Ghetto youths can do it
Full place we shock when we shot like a bullet
Working in silence
the camera and phones
I came to get dirty and I got one goal
To leave out a legend by any means
Ride the storm no matter how bad it seems
Give 'em hell
plant burly men in the women's prisons
To poison the well, knowledge is a gift that's given
I have it, and I will savagely ravage
The cabbage patch kids
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