Lyrics:
that
'til I met you
Yeah I used go to bed at 10pm
'til I met you
Never checked my phone or read my messages
'til I met you
Never thought that I would do
serving
Poetic Justice without that
Nigga John Singleton
I do my thing while the fans be gelling ayyo
I’m so dope
You better tap your man and tell him
I
years
People say it will be over soon
But they dont know shit
Because they said that a couple of months ago
So what do you belive
Do you think people know
They trade freedom for a dependable meal
They let people get on top of them
And tell them where to go
But how can I judge?
Is that not exactly what I do
Hmmm, I don't even wanna fuckin do this song for real, but I wouldn't be real if I didn't
I be sittin' by myself and I be thinkin' mama what have
telling us?"
"Okay, how bout this?
Ten euros each and you get an hour free bar and two free shots each…
And you get a fishbowl"
On my left, that's Bar
she rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch an inch
When she'd rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I'm the shit,
You cocked back
You thought you had it planned
You thought you had your man
He saw you coming, he ran when you tried to blast that man
You missed him
one day he'd be detained by the police.
Do you still think he'd be afraid?
Mmm, I don't know.
Firstly that kid would definitely be freaked out that
gotta chazer so that I know what I learned by tomorrow
I be feeling electric, just how I'm wired
Emunah and bitachon, both required
All of our neshamas
trill
(trill) , you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
What it do? Teflon!
Say Bun what's wrong wit em? They must be
Full of that when they hit it
A sucker wit
uh
Like that they hate i'm feeling like ugh
Uh uh ugh uh
Like that they hate me i'm feeling like him
Ok ko, ko ok
You know you him by the look in they
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
my peace
How many more tears on momma pillows as she sleeps how more mornings for the widow as she weeps
Do you know how it feel to think everyone's
forbidden, par, pay that tax
And don't you ever look at us funny
Boy, we'll bring rap back
And that'll hurt you like Superman chased by a group of men
With
ya
Bob
Did you feel this way when you fell in love with Jean
Ohhhhh look
I've felt that way lots of times
The trouble with you is
You don't seem
that one, word
Time Time 4 Sum Aksion
Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Backlund
I'm throwin wrestlin holds
Tag team with Funk
"hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
It's that Jersey representer
Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter
Word
Just do what ya feel and never follow (repeat
sayin', I just
Shoulda learned that way back in elementary
Man this nigga don't know what the fuck he talkin' about
I have a diploma, do you have
See I'm cruisin' the corner, sellin' my marijuana
This hooker at the quickie shop asked if I could front her
Uh-uh, bitch, you know that's not how I
do them right
It's not my life, it's on you baby
What's really goin' on is that cash money
How you make it, it doesn't matter to me
Work
Picking up all the pieces that you left me
How can you love me but you don't respect me
You just want these females to reject me
So I do not leave when you
Dudley ?God-damn? Do-Right?
?You go give them liberals hell Ronnie.? That was the mandate. To the new ?Captain Bly? on the new ship of fools. It
another bitch
You know that the way I loved you
Was nothing but real
Lost a real nigga how it feel?
Lost a real nigga how it feel?
You were playing games
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