Lyrics:
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
high
Life's a mess don't stress, test
Of giving, but be thankful that you're living blessed
Guess who's back, coming back with the track supplied?
By
high,
next time we won't smoke all of that ounce you buy
Ooh, I almost forgot to blow the candles out
'Cause I don't really want to fall asleep
Born in 96 in July in the summer time
I'm telling y'all this summer's mine
the weak-ah.
Speak when spoken to
Yeah I broke a few.
And by the way I was hoping you
Had a freak for me and a freak for you.
I make her do for us
The same
I'll never beat it
Satisfaction guaranteed it, twice as hard if you eat it
My style's comedic, but in the bed ain't nuttin funny
I'm bustin your
rule, and how to multiply by twelve easy: just
Put down a
Zero. But me, I have to learn it the hard way.
Lemme see now:
One times 12 is twelve,
out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded twelve-gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times front page
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
the world[01:48.69]When the walls[01:49.93]Just tumble[01:51.96]Down where the ground isn't hard[01:54.03]Not so sharp[01:55.21]Where the colours bleed[02:02.68]Everyone
me sixteen
96 bars of revenge i'm hard with the pen
I'm firing like I writ bars with the skeng
I can take out half of the ends
I feel like a one man
small, you need reduction
Never too much friends, what is your circumference?
I swear to God, times is hard, but they're getting better
Tryna enjoy every
to counterbalance gravity
With more immediate regret for trying hard to drown in it
Sounds as if my pigeon-toed predispose
Is a product of being told I'm a prodigal
Master piece every time i write a sixteen
I always paint a picture like the Sistine
Leonardo with a hard flow
Scoring triple doubles do it all for
Yea
Let me tell you some about that girl I met last time
I ain't never seen nun like this before, like
This hoe a different typa freak man
She
swoops pictures saying Sheesh
In real life I know that she a freak
Full of myself
Maybe it's not the right time
This bitch say she rap but she don't Even
out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded twelve-gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times front page
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
Woke up on the ceiling, how I feel nigga
Paint peelin, overcoat'll spill
Locomotive, chill
Reasoning is quite sane
Overthrow or kill, watch the time
Bad Boy, New Puffy
Like '96 HOV, in a dubbed out buggy
I knew before the record deal the streets gon' love me
And the freaks gon' love me, I'm just
I'm hard to find, and I get mine
And if I was looking for you, I wouldn't be in line
I'd be right on time in the right place
Too $hort baby all in
in slow motion
I got the potion, the sauce of devotion
Pour it by the liter
Maxxine, nice to meet ya
New to this town can you show me a place with
James
To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh)
Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb charts
Bustin ass daily as I compose like
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just livin' in tha city is a serious task
Didn't know what cops wanted, din't have time to ask
us employed
Feelin' like Pacquiao I'm fightin' with Floyd
The family watchin'
I better go hard in the paint, that '96 Rodman
Shots out to Eric, I
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