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around and just hit, Like,
She cute and she fit and she know that the opps be racist like mit,
Put him in the mix, let it mix like spit,
You niggas be
cars by the date
So fuck what you heard, I'm the man girlfriend
Pullin' up in racecars, this nigga just got a Benz
He on 106 New Joint, I'm on MTV Big
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Why the fuck you wanna murrr-dah me?
Your punk ass never heard of me
I never did nuttin' to your family
Still you wanna kill a young nigga randomly
battle cry
Don't look at me now, you asked for it
You wouldn't just leave us on our own
I wanted to let you live
But we both know you wouldn't stop
You
nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
I don't stop rappin' like my first tapes
When I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you could tell
you, a real red carpet
Now what I'ma do, I'ma just stick to the facts
Bitch so scared of my future, got this bitch goin' backwards
Been through mad
drinkin' wheat grass juice
Offended by my t-shirts, and how I behave
Just because I ain't rockin' dashiki's and braids
But if you know you ain't a bitch,
the fuck he's 'bout to do
He might lay you down then he might laugh at you
Rockstar now I'm blowing her back out
Bad bitches that I fly in from Moscow
Look
rock
cin't so bad as a nomad
‘Til you have to go back home with your broke ass
Then you gotta mow grass ‘cause no you got no cash
Even though you just
the balcony
Now let his punk ass go, look out below (BELOWWWW)
It's a tale of two cities, come out when the sun go down
We officially not fuckin around
Stuck in
Hold up hold up
If you got change for a Dollar
In your pocket right now
Then it's time to exit the club
If you've been sipping out the same cup
Since
Hold up hold up
If you got change for a Dollar
In your pocket right now
Then it's time to exit the club
If you've been sipping out the same cup
Since
know I lotta things I just wanna make it right
I can see you by my side
Now I can see the light
I just wanna live a Wild Life
A Wild Life
Don't waste no
ready I'm just too much
When I was young my mamma said I used to cuss too much
If I ain't known you twenty years I don't trust you much
Roll with
with
For the betterment of man, understand you ain't nothing but a waste
Look into the face of a young girl
Raising up like a flag when it's unfurled
to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you could tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch
what I quest 'cause I'm fearless
Now The streets is deathrow
('Cause I'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
The streets is deathrow (like it
and jackin' marks
And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe
We can have peace someday, G
But right now I got my mind set up
Lookin' down the barrel of my
look you in the eyes
-In other words, don't judge a book by its cover
-See we successful black businessmen
but we also mercenary soldiers
(Chorus)
mind on his meal
Young playa just chill
And take a look at what these fakers call real
Nigga
I trust no man,
'Cause man will let you down every
You should know by now
You can see it all over my face
Days like these come rare, like a free ticket to space
These type beats make me feel way less
Yeah
Yeah
I said you know me now
I said you know me now
Yeah
I said you know me now
Welcome to my lovely life
Scattered roaches hit the light
You
blue mean
Mainstream green, so the hip-hop now turquoise
And it's all white noise,
No mental content
And absolutely no poise
Just a bunch of nonsense,
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