Lyrics:
the fuck you at? (Tical)
Let me hear you pigeons run ya mouth now (shut the fuck up)
I'm pluggin' in them social skills that keep my total bills
Over
to every women that you lust
I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I ain't asking for a cent
Burn the house down gotta
company.
You could go anywhere in the mails.
Then it struck him.
He didn't have enough money to go to Wisconsin in the accepted fashion,
True, but why
"Oh gawd, it's absolutely maudlin outside." "Ach, I
know what you mean, I feel all icky!" Marsha tightened the belt on her cotton
robe with the silk
a distance think I'm Big Daddy Kunk,
Reincarnated, spirit of a G.
Beef? I'll make you dinner, take a seat so we could eat.
A Farrakhan aura, paws
yourself
You should be proud yourself you made it by yourself
You made it out on yo own yea do not disturb my phone yea
I don't keep up with Jones I'm in
not a dream, I don't wanna sleep
Part me wants to get up and demolish these mother fuckers critiquin' me
Have to decency, Jesus I can't believe this
You
not giving you jokes I ain't Krusty the clown Salvation has been handed by Jesus Christ it up to you now
Be oppressed by the power of hell or be set
good am I to that
Little nigga with them big eyes?
If I'm incarcerated
You feel me now I gots to make it
And If I don't
Re-Reincarnation ain't an option
paper I stack books.
You heard what I said,
I can put you on your feet
Or put some money on your head.
Life ain't cheap,
You're better off dead.
If
There's just, too many things I wanna have
You know what I'm sayin'
I want the cars, the clothes, the hoes
I just, I wanna make 'em my own
You know
There's just, too many things I wanna have
You know what I'm sayin'
I want the cars, the clothes, the hoes
I just, I wanna make 'em my own
You know
Pray at night like, "Father God, is there a heaven for a G"
Jesus Christ could walk on water, I'ma Crip walk on the sea
Dodgin', dealin', makin' bills
up with raps to tear you up like big gats
for big stacks, watch your back when I send em in
Caught you tremblin, my name and face you're rememberin
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
He’s just nice, he just slice like a ginsu
Look at the life that I been through
We the last real niggas alive
That’s
and women
Whilst the sweet chocolate milk was suckled directly
From the BBCs of the world, the big black source
Fellow bovines, I call upon you now!
Surrender
I got big bills big bread big house on the hills
Big head heavy as lead
Pulling me over the rails
Out of my mind out of my gourde
Im subconsciously
may know
You might have heard of me
So either way, I'll fit in just fine
So just love me by doing nothing
And perhaps, by not shaking the county
the day that I die
Did you see that pie of love
And do you have faith in bananas above
If Ina tells you so?
Do you believe in blind baking
Is that
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
at this Joe dude
And think about soul food
Ever since Big Pun died
Homie ain't have no clue
We 'spose to be friends man
Thought we was cool
Yeah I smoked
library is filled with none
And we're the ones who sinned, but Jesus' blood was spilled in our place
He was the one killed to pay our bills
The least we
love me I let them do them.
You either gonna be rich or famous fuckin wit me, probably both.
If you happen to brush shoulders wit me by accident,
Play
walk on by
I might look you down, and I might say "Hi"
And if you come up choosing, I just might laugh
Say "Little girl check me out in about two
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