Lyrics:
bringin bitches by my place
Jack me off and suck my dick and let me skeet off in her (faaaace~!)
Blackberry start to buzzin, guess her husband askin
[Chorus:]
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this
like it's two of me
Evidently, I'm hated by a few MC's
But so what? I just max like I'm playing the sax
And take the crowd to the climax
Yo, Cool J,
this young big tawny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons
An' daughters of her jealous mother?
By suckin' their
from the street
This is me, I'm ready to beat, whatever, we gon' off' it
One time alone, yo, they pricked up Unique
Meth standing there, rare hustler
Remember the first time me and Rell counted a hundred bands
Wit boss up playing in the back by money man
Unless you done it you prolly wouldn't even
30 Days and 30 nights
I read my wrongs and proved my rights
Gas turnt me to poltergeist
Know niggas tryna pull a heist
0 cost to lose yo life
Commit
matter, still gone take yo bitch with just one shot
And I'm doing what you couldn't, have that pussy on lock
She just didn't want you, and you right there
Vaporize these niggas holding triggers yo
I coulda put him under
But no time to wonder
It's getting tight up in this piece
Took honey by her hand, to my van
a trunk full of cash, my foot stuck to the gas
That's a buck in the stash, doin' a buck and a half
I hung with hustlers, guys who sold hundreds of bags
One time for the famo
One time coming live from the mad avenue
Sliding on all these niggas
Kill em all
These sideways niggas
Bunch of fake niggas
me that all the time
Cause I like potato chips
Mr. Chef, why you sweating me, man
I come in here all the time
Nickel and dime hustler
Looking for
Dealing with father time
Better keep countin yo blessing
Gotta walk right directions
Take heed to corrections
Dealing with father time
Better keep
and 1 I'm throwing bullets no quarterback
Smoking by da pound you niggahs smoke by da quarter sack
I done came up I can't forget the times that I was down
hop
Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop
Of course we don't flip flop
If you don't know me by now, I doubt you'll ever know me
I never won a GRAMMY,
hop
Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop
Of course we don't flip flop
If you don't know me by now, I doubt you'll ever know me
I never won a GRAMMY,
for dealing
Quick, slip, done, dip
I ain't got time for spilling
Spent a whole check up on yo wrist
But it ain't got diamonds in it
That don't matter
pockets full but I'm not with Lil Baby
That Bible gon' hit, every time it gon' save me (yeah)
No time to be lazy 'cause He on the way back (ain't no time
faith is not by accident
Life is often spiritual
I know you feel my energy
Making em' remember me
The world is full of synergy
Prayers for my boy Demar
(David Wesson)
Was loyal to some niggas
Caught cases and I ain't panic
Knowin' when I go do this fucking time
They gon' vanish
Peoples I fuck with
full blown
I never said that you mean the world to me
Maybe it's best that you never know
Yo, I'm like Malcolm out the window with the weapon out
of these hoes out floss me
Gator boots by Sergio Rossi
Ms. Trina I got to splurge, 58 frame baby watch the curves
Walk in the club don't waste no time
Hit
Golden Pharaoh
Not too much in the street cuz the road is narrow
And i hit all my targets like bow and arrows
You'll get jacked like sparrow
By my
Clinging to the ropes, I'm just all hope
In a room full of jokes, I'm the Pope
I awoke, spiting our fire your way to close
I rose, they suppose, yo
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