Lyrics:
don't give a fuck!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street
don't give a fuck!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street
keep on stepping,I'm stepping on toes
I'm not fazed by your weapons ,I will keep on stepping I'm stepping on toes
I will expose these records I will keep
So I looked at her and said
Girl put your money away,
(I'll be your batteries)
I'll be your double A's,
(I'll be your batteries)
Have you
throw your hands up in the air
How many people got Nike's on?
If you got your Nike's on, put your feet up in the air
If you don't got Nike's on
I
please
Tonight I can guarantee
That one is you gon bleed
Put your motherfucking fingers in The sky Where I see em
Put your motherfucking fingers in The sky
for the record
Not just amusing the peeps!
And you know I keep my peace
Pistol between your teeth!
Time to make a mess and it's time to get reckless
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
change
In an age where the art justifies intellects
My campaign strives to re-elect the man who got struck by the bow and arrow
You're at yours to truly
dearly you'd never let go
So let's put on the record and dance slow
My heart beats faster to every track
Your hand on my waist and my hand on your back
I gotta close the window before I record
Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
Coogi down to the socks like I'm biggie poppa
Keep your girl
You really gotta be in it
To understand what its like
But you always gotta
People always gotta see your smile
You always gotta put on that fake
You know
With an alternative hippie kid from the record label watchin your back
Talkin about, "Mariah Carey's funky,"
Makin the average group buckdance like
wasn't movin', man
I said I might as well be movin' thangs, uh
Uh, Joey let him shelf it
But I still put out my fuckin' debut record, for the record
Such a head rush until the day the feds rush
That's when you niggas wish you put your bread up
Leased whips, bad blood, that shit'll sink ships
Fast
I cut you off
Pickin that gang green your man seen how I get ignorant
By losin my spleen the truth of the seen as soon as my team
Get on we rule
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
It ain't Gettin No Better While All My Days Go By
I Need Some Answers So I Look To The Sky
But He can't Even Help Me Even If He Tried
Even If I Put
Slice em and dice em chop em and drop em
I can tell just by your feeling you really don't want him
Spicy enticing
Catch me admiring your vibrance
I
really put your mind to it you can do anything
It takes time like every movie
To break records what every man wants to be
There's nothing stopping you dude
four ways
Then chuck a tenner a day into Facebook's ad system to promote your latest single
Hoping it gets noticed by some important record label people
bloodstains are all over this steel god dang-it
Bitch bring it, these niggas that I hang with
I hang you up naked by your ankles danglin' (ow, ow)
My need I
of my room
I can tell by the love in your eyes this shit will be over soon
My dental records must indicate
I was never really much for Novocaine.
to check to see if I wreck it
The only record your man got is a jail record
I know you like him a lot because he's a big shot
The only picture you got
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