Lyrics:
like we see it?
Appalled at our own achievements
Applauded by enemies and made fans of our disbelievers
Damn, I'm a different breed, lift my hands
girl, that's what they call me
I work hard for my family, doin' it all, see?
Just so happens that I choose to rhyme
Like my homegirl Rage, yo, I
[Chorus]
They know I'm crazy by the flow
N-gga never lazy 'bout my dough, dough, dough
I'm in the flesh but I'm quest for mo'
Bizzy, Wish, & baby
Bone, hey nigga where you at though?"
"Hello, my name is Elaine
And I'll be your tour guide through South Central Los Angeles"
How to survive in
the moon is bright tonight upon the car wash
So I'm having my Volkswagen washed again
But the way things go with me, the way my luck is,
Just as soon
YOUR FACE AND SET YOU UP LIKE 50 CENTS MANY MEN SEE ITS THE BATTLE WITH THE FLESH THAT YOU HAVE WITHIN SEE IM USE THIS PEN TO DESCRIBE MY SIN CAUSE ONE
look like Janet Jackson
I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin' for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin'
Ridin' in my
but fifty cents in yo pocket
Don't know what to spend it on, hoping you don't drop it
Like a bad habit, spending on what you want
Not on what you need,
downgraded and I upgraded to big jet
Told 'em when they book my jet, I need two stewardess
They know what I'm spendin' on them things, so, how's you doin
the scale
Break you up out of your shell
Have you on that demon time
But we never kiss and tell
Put my 2 cents in ya water
When you cum I wish you well
Put
immortalized
A legend to be analyzed
I wanna be like all that
But in my heart I feel flat
But fuck that shit 'cause in fact
I'm my own worst critic to be exact
shoes
But now I'm doin' my own thing
Sometimes I'm good, then I'm bad
Although my home has been broken
It's the best home I ever had
Yeah
Well, I keep
maybe one or two
Wish I could see him this weekend
Wish I could walk in his shoes
But now I'm doin' my own thing
Sometimes I'm good, then I'm bad
The neck I stepped on got me passed on the tab
The pharcyde kept passing me by,cabin lab
Imma madman,got my own ways to keep the shit brand
Y'all
you know I'm thinkin' 'bout ya, you be on my mind
I know ya see me every time watching the boys shine
And I know that ya see I put out my own CD
thing I fear is death
Aye
Dont need no help cuz I can do this on my own
The way I work so hard you woulda thought I had clone
No matter how much love I
Oh, It's just another thing to me
Another day on the grind for a couple cents
I kiss goodbye to my benefits
Work throws stone while I ride
their own thing
This the type of thing that we be doin' everyday
Didi dodi didi dodi didi dodi day
Make some room so these players can play
So we can
broke, man, if it cost three cents to shit you'd have to throw up. You know
who own the record. Man, why don't you sit your ignorant ass down, man,
like this and I'm been ballin' since a jit
Big Swerv', but I fell like 50 Cent, I shot niggas and went legit
Two hundred thou' on my wrist, eight
killed Chinx Drugz in his own city
They killed Lil Snupe in his own city
Wonder why I don't be in my own city
I don't know if niggas gone clap for
Me
new tune with a fly banjo"
I can't understand what the problem is
I find it hard enough dealing with my own biz
How'd they get my name and number
Can
I started makin' dollars then it started makin' cents
I used to share my room with the roaches and the rats
My lil' cousin Paul and my uncle, Po'
niggas gangsters graduatin' from St. John's?
I'ont follow no one on the road, I paint my own lines
Twenty gifties tryna swipe a Chevy, gotta make it mine
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