Lyrics:
Cartel with the Def American
Gettin' brothers sprung like Farrakhan
'N I'm stuffin' my ladies pumps
In the backa my Benz I humps
I'm nasty 'n proud
damn
Remember girl where we coming from
I'm the one to who you belong
Woo yea
Girl you keep me sprung
You I don want another one
Why does it have to be
all night
Two am got you on my mind
I'm not going to apologize for my words
Cause I really meant everything I said
All I know is how to get the bread
it’s no cheese
No smiling
I’m high as these nose bleeds
That we switch out I’m close as a floor seat
Man I went from a PT to no keys
Back when CDS
)
Look up, count up (Yeah)
Shooting stars go by fast so I count em (So I count em)
Holding up a world of pain like I'm Atlas
Stalked all day with my
Cause I already know]
Pt. 2
Understand that, understand that im not to play with, im a fuse with the clock erasing, im a bruse in the spot your face is,
*sung by Otis & Shug*
Let`s get Sick Wid It baby
Sick Wid it baby, yeahehyeahyeahehyeahhahah
Let`s get Sick Wid It baby
Said I`m gonna get so
Money comes and goes, but real love remains
And the way you lick your lips, got me feelin' a little bit like T-Pain
I'm sprung, you're the reason, you
know these niggas is dangerous
I'm runnin' game on niggas,
Puttin' pain on niggas,
Still the same ol' niggas,
Ol' lame ass niggas,
Gettin' change
on a baboon heart transplant (This is hell!)
I got a poltergeist on a leash trained by Caroline herself
Two Thousand something...
Technology aid itself glutton
they don't get sprung on the dumb
Teach each though speech on rhyme
Even though I'm a college drop out
Dropped out the sky from the moon
Hopin'
they playin is lame
How i'm came at a ho is all a bitch gone know
What I won't, what I don't and where to put my dough
Back-talk get you slapped broad
traffic raging like I'm lapping/ In this world that's blacking my mind I'm just babbling/ I'm babbling I'm just babbling I like pain like before nigga I'm
How many of the adults around you let you down
I could have died, but I'm still here
And for that, I'm grateful
But Judgement Day has come
The fakes
the price
They gotta pay the price
Feel like I'm Gambling with my Heart I gotta shake the Dice
I gotta shake the dice
Feel like I'm dying 2 live but it feel
We're just like two bridges
Whoever falls apart gets to break the other's heart
Moving on is just too vicious
Why do people fake this kind of pain
2 God that a PT Cruiser don't hit you
Cuz if i get hit I rather die by a jag
Or died in a fire fight lettin it fly with the mag
And jump out
need the g's and I'm talkin like NOW BOYS!
Chorus: Gangsta Boo (repeat 2X)
We just anotha crazy click
doin' whatever to get us wild when we
a millisecond, yet I'm still affected
Standing over the hole, I was buried and covered in dirt like
Mike in the video for the Thriller record
I smell blood,
more,
I leave footprints in fours, two for bi-peds, two more to break the door
Practically caress the utterings of crushed by drudgery brothers
Cause I’ve been trying to figure out
Figure out a way
I haven’t seen the Sun in a few days
Judging by the lockdown of New York City
Spring hasn’t sprung
what's the trick man?
When your up on the stage
Just let your inhibitions out
Sprung loose from a cage
-
PRE
Do what I want
Play what I feel
I'm a real
doubt, get knocked down like that
AB from the 3-2, you can be what you really wan' be
Ghee I'm down and out, but Ghee I stay low key
Fakes all around,
gotta lay in
Tell me that I’m stuck
I’ve been cursed with bad luck
Oh, and by the way I’m still fucked up
Tell me what you slipped inside my cup
Yeah,
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