Lyrics:
A puppet show, the strings in sight
A charade played out every night
Their promises like castles in the sand
Washed away by the tide, at the ruling
smoking bout an LB
We don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki
And I'mma take this shit to trial, they got nothing on me
AV on the Champagne, bitch,
joy
As long as we got each other (we can overcome)
We can overcome the badness of the world
They can sell me a story
And tell me we're in
Certified G, a young nigga so cold
It's the Pimp Squad Clique, punk bitch, we so tho'ed
Pimp smoke gray Cadillac, twenty four, imagine that
Camera in my
the ruin of the State
A Horse misused upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fibre from the Brain does tear
A Skylark
carved out this soul made of stone
And I will drag you down and sell you out
Embraced by the darkness, I'm losing the light
Encircled by demons, I fight
body image issues
Caused by the fragile girls who always used to diss you
Misused women projecting pain onto each other
Mother said you looking fat gave
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
the rocks like flintstone feet
This is me frustrated, battling my own evils
Finna saddle up that work, across Ohio in a Geo
Or should I sell my music .zip
rhyme was a drug, I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure, when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was
losin a grip
Down by 6 figures - Still buyin the dip! Like ugh!
I got diamond hands
You couldn’t pressure me to sell, why you tryin man
Especially when
were you, is play by the rules"
It's insurmountable
"Turn yourself in
Accept the fact that you messed up again!"
He puts his hand on the glass, it's
plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast, other DJs say, "Damn."
If my rhyme was a drug, I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my
by a barrage from a M-16
But to each his own, choose you mobile phone
Choose a tailored suit, the luxury home
You'll never get caught, 'cause you
entertaining
The game is to be payed and appreciated
Some people want the pay, fuck appreciation
Gate keepers want you gone
Revenue triple on each song
They got
Big stretch and not much sleep
I got a couple of palm trees on each side of my cheek
And it's a bright blue Saturday
And the rummage sells
a nigga do to get by
Just make sure you gettin' by don't fuck with me gettin' mine
Ain't the first time he ran off, shoulda split his shit then
Hate
with awe-filled reverence towards that
Glorious huge majestic sphere
I was just so overwhelmed by its sheer immensity,
I had to pop myself a beer
with awe-filled reverence towards that
Glorious huge majestic sphere
I was just so overwhelmed by its sheer immensity,
I had to pop myself a beer
Want to be a baller shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight gotta spray my ice
I hit
(black gangsta shit)
That gangsta sh-
Look, if you ain't worth a mil', you ain't far from broke
Got enough heart to sell weed but you scared of dope
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
Lady Jane
Would we ever meet again
The times we had are gonna day by day
All the pain
That we gave each other pays
Not enough to gonna make us
don't
Cause I take risks that you won't
Don't pree haters, I'm too grown
Get on the plane, get the food home
I trap every day of every month
You sell your
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