Lyrics:
passin' by
The project laughing at where we stay
Since a nigger had got grown, had a little bitty of nigger of my own
Should've known I couldn't show 'em
Here is the deal, and here are the facts
They only make the shit illegal if it helps you relax
Here is the deal, and here are the facts
They only
through the fire
I thought the toll would be lighter
Make sure that blunt is rolled a little tighter
I tell 'em I'm just looking for some piece of mind
of the phrase paid dues
And if you wanna emcee, you better study the craft
Or you might get cut up and laughed at by some guys that kinda hate you
Now I ain't
I wish I was a little bit hyphy, I wish E-40 liked me
I wish I didn't crash going ghostriding nightly
I wish I didn't have to fact the fact that
Admitted that I never benefited from pimping the pen
But then again still you ain't going to see me hurting
You would probably think I got me a little pot
Facts
All I talk about is facts
No cap
I never lie when I rap
That's ratchet
I ain't got time to relax
Nah
Gotta secure the bag
I laugh all the way
the fact kid
It is a known fact Poetic is a Vet
Yall just run away Siyabonga Nomvete
It is a known fact Poetic is a Vet
Yall just run away Siyabonga Nomvete
the media always picked on
In and out of rehab every four to six months
She was always known for little pranks and slick stunts
At Nickelodeon, flashed
by the fact that
I just sliced through they back ()
All these new era rappers? Figure's
That they like cap
(Figure's that they like cap)
If I'm a fool
or dumb
We finna pull up on him no matter where
He lay, choppa make him run, Forrest, Run
That little boy is not
'bout what he rapping
I know for a fact
on coming while we
Running for your jewels
Steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules little Ceaser
Go ask your homie how I'll leave you
Look what the high gon make em do
Look what the smoke gon make em do
Do I look boo boo cause Im not the fool
Without me no we yeah a fact you thru
the mirror, mirror
Had enough by now
Should've known when you hopped in these sheets
That I'll hold it down
You don't have to be alone
Turn the light off
their butts
And me in the middle of a little shitty club
I'm laughin' at your pimples how you're tryin' to get it hot
Even when I come around is just like
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
in the club
Where you at huh?
Big Willie Style when your dogs play the back
I like the fact that you're so low-key
But play it any lower and you
a book of lies
Is it really bro?
Or some fictional truth?
You looking out
When they can't see what i do
How you told
She wasn't for me?
Its not the fact
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy
Living in a box under the stairs
In the corner of the basement of the house
Half a block down
as a matter of fact
I'm even well known
Floating on by with a laugh and a sigh
On the road that leads home
I got no more time left to roam, if you love me
how bitches tense up
When Scarlett 'round
Niggas get the heart to holla while
We up in the club
But get intimidated when they see
Me sitting on dubs
I
yeah)
Talking like you've always known me
Even though you didn't (facts)
I know your friends talking crazy
Please just ignore it (yeah)
I know I've done
Gently increasing your affection by the second with a little hand holdin' and a bit of cheek peckin'
You told me in a whisper so quiet
That we could go
Well back in my younger and more foolish days
I had my share of wild escapades
But nothing like my night at the Playhouse Gentlemen's Club
I figure
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