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a whole lot easier
I know these are views suppressed by most men
But what have I got lose if I choose to express them
Maybe we could understand each other
One time
Uh for these freaky hoes I lust
But I'm still flickin ashes a lot of other motherfuckers snort dust
But that's they thang
A lot of us
brazy
One life to live, and I'm livin' it Show me your love, even just a little bit
Feelings dripped in my mind, and I started reminisce
About the times,
a lot of pressure
How would you handle it?
Mase, what would you do?
[mase]
Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual
Smack conceited niggas right
or be a man a forget it
I know I said a lot stupid shit but do I regret it
Nah, y'all can kiss the cheeks of my ass if offended
I'm gettin' sick of these
the dictionary
You'd see her face
Just when you think you got her figured out, huh
That's when you learn you don't know nothin' 'bout
When she goes
Come
there no more
I still don't understand why niggas who deserve to die is livin'
But the ones who ain't deserve it isn't here no more
And, no, I don't
thing about time is that you’ll never get it back
So everybody’s rushin’ like they’re the star runnin’ back
Patience is a virtue better practice what you
guitar, while I'm stompin' my feet, yeah
I gotta celebrate life
And get excited about
Good times and good livin'
Come on and shout it out, (hey!)
know about Mars Head and the Corner Boys
Made a lot of noise comin' from my trailer
I fell in love with a chicken head and had some babies
Then I messed
the fence
I'm old and old enough to bring up something that makes sense
It's like I'm livin in a war zone
And they can write it on my tombstone
Here lies
Remix!
One two one two (one two one two)
This the I'ma Boss remix
Meek Milly
Let's go!
I'm ride or die, I'm ridin' by, hollerin' West Side right
Roc jeans 'cause my knots so thick
You can learn how to dress just by jackin' my fresh
Jackin', jackin' my fresh, jackin', jackin' my fresh
Follow my
Roc jeans 'cause my knots so thick
You can learn how to dress just by jackin' my fresh
Jackin', jackin' my fresh, jackin', jackin' my fresh
Follow my
sinners speaking spoken word
All the non-believers they just ain't observed Livin' in the past gotta live and learn
Rollin' up on herb for the early birds
young but I think I learned alot
About me and the people who be livin in this world that I be they don't like us
Cuz we aint like them
And if I don't fit
rolled
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swole
'Member when you had a Jheri Curl, didn't quite learn
On the block, witcha Glock, trippin' off sherm
rolled
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swole
'Member when you had a Jheri Curl, didn't quite learn
On the block, witcha Glock, trippin' off sherm
on the days I was alone in the house
There was a lot of shit missin', talkin' about she loaned it out
It was thug livin', and there was nothing I could do
a lot of pressure
How would you handle it?
Mase, what would you do?
[Mase]
Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual
Smack conceited niggas right
oceans
Swim in the outcome
They say problems is opportunities in disguise
And each day I learn, I'm just tryna get it by
Get high for that matter,
a groupie
My ratin droppin a doosie watchin a movie
Because what I'm spittin a lot (tipper) than (hawk tooie)
I spit fire all you mcs are tracking about it
Aggravated, livin' just enough for the city
Though I'm emancipated
Learned too many things the hard way, due to lack of data
Now it seems Sir Hop on the move, I
neighbor, alright? Let's talk about him
Alright, so there was this man named Kin, right, Jake's neighbor
Only livin' four or five miles away
Yeehaw, I'm
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