Lyrics:
isn't a viewpoint, race hate is a disease
In a people's world, the incurable racist has no rights
He must be deprived of influence in a people's
Minus, gone, pow, you're outta here
This ain't no game to me, this is my career
Throw me a mic, plug it in, "Bet!"
I won't be happy til the dancefloor's
futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got eyes in my back
Don't take no slack, when you managing the trap
If your front work out, gotta get it right
you here and then you gone (so get your grind on)
[E.S.G.]
I seen a whole lot of niggas, that I knew in the past
Use to be up on they feet, now they
on me
And it must be love
Well, now my heart feels heavy and my feet feel light
I shake all over but I feel all right
I never thought this could
You must be reborn to enter the Kingdom of Heaven
But how can a man enter his mother's womb a second time?
Aahhh it's by the Spirit
We're born
things
Coz everybody knows the earths a ball
And that it spins
Well you must be pretty crazy
If you think the earth is flat
Coz we all know that it's
new side niggas
Might get loaded but they do ride niggas
They stuck in line, but right after it's all over
The block party jumpin' at Washington in
Malaysia is not a square
But there must be one somewhere
Not in Oman or the UAE
And Yemen's more a rectangle yes, I can see
Russia's nothing like a square
& looking cool acting a damn fool stealing all grandma jewels she taught me right from wrong but man these streets rule now I'm a big g big V it's me you see
forreal
But that's life right?
Must be love like
All the times I closed my eyes
And all I wanted was to die
This a portion of my story
I just hope it
pop it, pop it pop it, pop it pop it)
I said it must be the ass cause it ain't ya face
I need a tipdrill, I need a tipdrill
I said it must be the ass
Say playboy, whatchu know about Jazze Pha
Big E-Feezy 40 Fonzarelli from the Bay, and big 'Ball?
PLEASE BELIEVE IT!
Niggas must be blind
[8B] Space, Age-in baby
[TS] Right right right right
[8B] One time
[TS] Beyotch!
[8B] Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't
But I can do it right
You can show me how
Like you did before
When I really needed to do it right
I was in a fix before
I was really in trouble
It was
[Producer Tag]:
Young Vince On It YaYa!
[Hook]
Big money (money)
Loud pipes (pipes)
Flat stomach (stomach)
Mouth right (right)
Countin’ hunnids all
about now
You're about to be possessed
By the sounds of emcee Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two
What's wrong man
Come on man hold it together man come on
I don't know why you crying over her anyway
Be strong!
She gave me everything I
be
I always say how I live it, you know I must be
Up in the Hills with the stars, you know I must be
The entourage look like crowds, that's how it must
I won't let you stay
Can you teach me to throw
Ha
It's time
A lot
True
Blacked out the last 7 nights in a row
how pathetic I've got a brother to be
heard, "Don't move or I shoot ya"
Fucked up hook caught us tryna cash in
Now we gotta B&E case of trespassing
Now its copper by the pound (pound)
ever the pack land
That's where I'm gon' be
You goddamn right I got it on me
Percs got me like a walkin' zombie
I bought an Audi thanks to auntie
My
But that must just be an elaborate bluff
Cos unless I see it with my own face
I can only conclude they're lying to keep me in my place
My bath's
I clean my space
I'm in my bag like yo no way
I go cha cha like fifth of May
It's a party let's all celebrate
How I'm bound to be one of the greats
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