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your smile never seen
Don't make sense
A bandit - new charges - felonies
God damnit
I'm manic
And yeah I must be
ADD all the way don't see add it up

without a farewell
Left alone in this life we built by myself

To suffer in silence inside these walls
Trying to make sense of it all

So stay off my lawn,

me by my name
Barber shop, nail shop, hair shop, the same
They say, "Leikeli, baby, when you make it big, come back"
That's why I named my first

some hoes derogatory opinions
They said it's love when they know it isn't
It put me in a tough position make this money go bananas then I gotta split it

Royalty

Cam'ron

Code of the Streets, Vol. 1

2004

make one call to get the pussy poppin',
Call your girl, pop that pussy wanna pussy pop,
And a hoochie split it, doogie hit it, booby hit it
Her booby

the shit on the bathroom floor
Used to sell fake crack or soap
They don't make soap like that no more
You live by the gavel or by the gun
Find out you tattle

language
I'm dangerous
I can make these grown men cry
A nigga spittin' like he rеally from the EY
Say greetings to pretend it's
Who just camе by
Man I know

planted
Finding my escape route, kicks not landed
Boys by my side, these strings are tandem

Weapons in bars, it's danger I hand em
Risky rollin dice, that

catch me up like academy
And it doesn't abandon me
Keeps me close automatically 
When in altered realities
Its got split personality
Seem sometimes that it

house
Things that you don't know about in this family

It don't make sense, but nevertheless
You gotta believe us, it's all for the best
It don't

we do is flip bricks
this can't be what life really is
Shit it don't make no sense
Shit it don't make no sense
How you broke but ain't take no chance

And left niggas sick
How the fuck you keep gettin'
Robbed it don't make sense
Broke lil niggas they can't
Even make ends meet
Fake page sent a death threat

I’m fucked in the head by a girl so sweet it’s true


Ain’t got a hun, but I’m bent on one
Wanna run, but I’m feelin dumb
Don’t make sense to be

the night-time, coz then it's clear
So forgive me if i'm too emotional
Or I don't even make now sense at all
I'm jaded by my solitude, barely breathing how are you?

Contract

Jazze Pha

Crunk Juice

2004

and won't save a bitch
If it ain't about money, then it don't make sense
I'll mack a bitch and I'll pimp a bitch
As long as she making me filthy rich

and get something
Damn I'm letting so much time pass me on by
Either get up get out or do nothing
It's my only chance I gotta make it out

Since Shameful

got hope
They sitting angrily
It don't even make sense to me, I'm chasing chicken sesame
The seasons changing next to me, but it all tastes the same

a bitch quick fast
Dick to ass, don’t hesitate to split fast
You know what’s up
Here’s a quarter and a buck
My steps is kinda creaky
Try not to wake my moms

with this lyrical ritual
Spit specifically for me because it's medicinal
Despite your best intentions to dumb down my senses
My pen renders clever

Give it up to this time full of strife
Get down, you might be fucking with the song of life
Extend your deeper senses, there will be no fight

know how it is yeah
I could never trip off of no bitch yeah
Never trip off of no bitch
If it ain't making money it ain't making sense

Shawdy she hated

And it's that same ol' stereotype
No they ain't letting go of nothing
People think it's changed
I tell 'em that they're buzzing
Still judge me by my

the masculine
You can take my Man Card I don't need it
Head sideways like it don't make sense
Not some clay you can twist and bend
I stopped tryin' to follow your

Ion give a fuck about a bitch
Squad on go
Can't trust no hoe
Only ride if the bitch gon' get me cents

No, these hoes don't make no sense
Fuck what