Lyrics:
, a made man
I'm a made man, a made man
Krizzle! This here was God given
I'm the design of a black man, I defined by hard livin'
But how I whip that
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I can't feel offended (No)
'Nuff time my flick shank's been mended
(Mended)
Man's been 1-7
Ask them about corn man's
Hey!
Ha!
Oh!
There was a man
A little ole man
Who lived in Montreal
With a wife and a kid
And a car and a house
And a teenage daughter
twice
Girl by my side that's a ride or die
My oh my man i'm feeling fly
Them man are sulking no need to cry
They're still hating and I think I know why
I
Nothing without my team
Living life issa dream
Never stopping once no brakes that's in between
These hard times
These hard times ooooh I
Nothing
on my mind
Man I thought my song WestSide was a long time
I been Feeling these emotions so I put em ina rhyme
I Might b outta pocket you can blame it ona
While we are on the subject of hard work
I just wanted to say you that, "I always was a man who likes hard work"
I was born working and I worked my
Hey y'all
This is Stan I'm about to tell you something about life man
It will hit you hard man
Down on your knees down on the floor
And still kick
(yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
If this is your first time hearin' this
You are about to experience something so cold, man
We never had nothin' handed
Took
with a remix.
One thing I don't know why
it doesn't even matter how hard you try
keep that in mind I designed this rhyme when I was obsessed with time
my dick though for a start
Why the fuck is this shit so hard?
All my fellas in the crowd, you know who you are
If you can't get it up
Then it's time
remember, we were sitting there, by the water?
You put your arm around me for the first time
You made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter
You are
now.
Do you remember, we were sitting there by the water?
You put your arm around me for the first time.
You made a rebel of a careless man's
the morning
In this "Star Suite" all by myself"
"Awwww"
"Yeah, that's what I said, "Awwwww."
"But I did what I've always done, man, to cheer myself up
refined
Every man want a taste 'cause your grapes are fine
Well me love your sexy rhythm and the way it rhyme
Booty by-by, oh my-my, I love you
refined
Every man want a taste 'cause your grapes are fine
Well me love your sexy rhythm and the way it rhyme
Booty by-by, oh my-my, I love you
Man fuck this shit, yo, I'm going the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
just my mama and me
And though I know it may be
Hard to be mama and me
But we've got time time time
With my mom by my side
I know I'll always survive
cause J.B., stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep making it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
You looking at a man
And you haters know my team so hard
And the game man is oh so ours
If you messing with D dot
Ahead of my time my watch is behind me
Get torn when I
sometimes its hard to be a woman
giving all your love to just one man
you'll have bad times
and he'll have good times
doing things you don't
to man
I think that's the nigga, he suppose to be frontin' his money to
That's why the police been drivin' around so hard
Yeah, burning the spot up man
Man I know one day is gonna be my time
Man I'm gon shine
An all my life never had it been waiting for my time
Burning up inside been thinking boute
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