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nikes and some camouflage shorts/
Rollin blunts by the basketball courts/
Fly honey walkin' by in flip flops. I'm like""Damn it. My lord!""/
Yea fasho I'm
Hey, man
These fuckin' guys scream all of this shit, huh?
They want us to go out and come back in
And start this fuckin' shit all over again,
protection
The want us to send a message to Jimmy the bartender
Lend a friend the money next you're ripping off his car fenders
He's coming up short
I be thinking it's crazy as hell like don't nobody want to make no money man
Mother fuckers got all this type of free time and ain't trying to make
gotta eat
Keep a date with finances there's bills I gotta meet
Getting whip by the struggle but poverty I gotta beat
They say time is money and I can't
to give up (though her boyfriend wasn’t interested in helping out), she kept going, kept working hard and in a short time her business flourished and was
that/fuck what you heard real niggas never mix with rats/long memory short temper when I choose to react/one call send you off with your head in your lap/we
Everybody got stacks, some of us puff Black's
Some Newports
Tap tap Too Short, even chop New York
If it ain't screwed up, I don't wanna hear it!
Lac
support
Living day by day on the edge of the lens
But he didn't realize that life was short
Now Eazy turning your sleep put your heat
My stars as I match
support
Living day by day on the edge of the lens
But he didn't realize that life was short
Now Eazy turning your sleep put your heat
My stars as I match
posted by my door
I'm from Da No
Yeah I stay Polo to the floor
Ooh, my money long, I cut my homies short
From Golden Acres, what it is
It really ain't i'm
grill
Getting money rapping for the hood still
You know I'm ma keep it all the way trill
Trunk pop sitting crooked on 4's
Hit a club man we finna get
niggas and me releasin
Bone and CD's
With money steady increasin
For houlagans like me
Money by all means
Smokers gone pay for daytons
Smokin on collard
to squeal, makin' sour deals
Thugs up in to mix with these drugs, caught up in the humble
Bricks and paper by the bundle how the Bronx humble
??? devils get
by the grim reaper
To all my peoples in the man keeper
Let'cha situation be a teacher
Ain't nothin like a education
When I was locked down I
Yeah[00:09.65]Laid back gettin buttad[00:10.80]Bad lil bitch naked counting my money[00:12.64]Sack a lil short bitch where the rest of it (Where its
(Yuh-Yuh)
You morph into a pussy, you among us, bud
You fakin' tasks (God damn)
Man, they mad they can't fuck with the kid
(Huh?) they screwin' up
Now let's
hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers
Comin' up short of the green guys
And I might
hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers
Comin' up short of the green guys
And I might
brighter than a lightning
But I knew from right then
She was 'bout her money, and how she fit right in knowing how I might spend.
To make a story short
the blue if you wanna clue
Otherwise I can't accommodate you
Listen to you is my business
Hope that you gettin the jist
Payed to produce and to mix
the plan that is designed by the colored man
Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (Way of us)
That's the way the devil wants it so it is
Viral, money, fame gonna take you out debt
Promise we'll give you everything, sign on this line
Don't even have to read the whole thing you will be fine
T.W.D.Y. - Player's Holiday
F/ Mac Mall & Too Short
[Too $hort]
What?
You say what?
The president did what?
Ah man, that's hey, that's all good baby
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