Lyrics:
a gun but never got shot wit' one
So what you got a daughter
And you love her nigga
Fuck her grandfather's son
This nigga daughter prolly stupid
Cause her
broke, and none of 'em smoke
(Bust the facts, loc)
I got into this hip-hop game
Just to try to get a girl and get some light-weight fame
There'd never
It just kills me
It really just kills me, ooh
It still kills me
No one or nothing fulfils me better
She could've bought his love,
but she did bought
I've been in this game for years
I've been in this game for years
It made me a animal
Rules this shit I wrote Me A
I've been in this game for years
COME AND
TAKE ME BY THE HAND NOW
YOU KNOW HOW TO WAKE ME UP
SO GET MY MOTOR RUNNING MMM
WON'T YOU TELL ME YOU LOVE ME
I'M THE ONLY ONE YOU SEE
LET ME LET
There's no blanket for the truth (I can't see!)
I got a loose end of a lie, this amateur he tried to get by
The size is more greater, and equator more
dome
Ho you trying to cross me in this game
And stupid ho, I'ts on
Just a flodgin' ass nigga with a lot of cheese
Heard he stackin' Gs everyday
feeding on my tree
I'm saying listen to me
Live by the code fuck the snakes, love the Queens
Steer clear of the reptilians feeding on me
Like they say
Yeah, that's right, this cut goes out to all y'all
That's been missin' us for mad years
One love, y'all
Yeah, that's right, He's Got Game
PE 1998
Yeah, that's right, this cut goes out to all y'all
That's been missin' us for mad years
One love, y'all
Yeah, that's right, He's Got Game
PE 1998
is full of doubts
Will I be successful? or will I be a grouch?
No one can attest when only I can vouch.
Do I keep it pushin? or do I just cut it out?
Ayo
What up
Whats up
What up mama
Turn me up (uh)
She kinda pretty tho
She kinda fresh
My first thought
I need to put this girl in my video
But never
But Nigga claming grown man and can't show i'd
They the type 2 let the sunshine spoil the rain
But they be grinning like a grouch they just love 2
god, fear of him on my feet
If I was scared of shit, where would I be?
Follow this road, don't care where it lead
From the Q, take a left, just don't
god, fear of him on my feet
If I was scared of shit, where would I be?
Follow this road, don't care where it lead
From the Q, take a left, just don't
bout fame
I can tell you how to hide or I can tell you bout game
I can tell you bout love, I can tell you bout hate
I can tell you bout joy, I can tell
of games
I'm playing this game, knowing the same
Win or lose, playing the game is my aim
Rules are made by me so nobody to blame
It's a shame to blame ,if
I used to wanna fall in love
Nowadays I'd rather be alone
Feel like it's a whole new world
Where it's hard to even trust a soul
Still
I try to give
night
Oh no, yeah yeah
That’s on me
That’s on me
Don’t love my day job
This ain’t a paystub
I cannot stay here
How can I face this
Run out of patience
Am
night
Oh no, yeah yeah
That's on me
That's on me
Don't love my day job
This ain't a paystub
I cannot stay here
How can I face this
Run out of patience
Am
much background in political
Science but this much I know: Attending
Rallies sponsored by 110-percent
Anti-Communist cultists
Or donning white sheets
I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave
bounce to this track
And I don’t care what anybody thinks about that
Hands to the sky, and throw your head back
I can love again tonight
We bounce
There's no blanket for the truth (I can't see!)
I got a loose end of a lie, this amateur he tried to get by
The size is more greater, and equator more
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