Lyrics:
its nuttin’ to be proud of
Yo, grew up on a dumb estate, North side that’s a jumpy place
Where you might get stabbed by your mate and you can’t trust
[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
I put the peddle to the medal then stop
Point it out the window boy a big ol plastic glock
Bullets richochetin man flyin through they
[Lil Wyte - Talking]
Wassup with y'all?
I'ma take this time right now, to thank the men, Paul and Juicy
for making all this possible you know what
So, I lit this joint and burned a hole right through the atmosphere
'Cause I don't wanna watch life pass me by
No, I don't wanna hide away inside
Robbed so many niggas I got a ticket on my head
All my niggas T.T.G. they Trained To Go shawty
Kick a door shawty
Lay down on da floor shawty
Trained
named you
What that mean?
They should call you sugar, you so sweet
Well, they should call you sugar, girl, you so sweet to me
Boy, they should call
what it is you want me to do
Cuz I'm available to be used by you
So use me up
You can use me up you can use me up you can use me up
You can use me up
Pop pop hearing shots in the dark
Let it go off we been hot from the start
All eyes on me like a CV cough
We the new beginning like a word by the dot
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
Of a crock o shit
On my honest shit
Tryna figure out why you act like a bitch
Call me pherny, the psychologist
I'm so confident
Yeah keep talking shit
Don't
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being
talkin' no bullshit
So many damn people are so damn full of it
Keyboard Money Mark, you know he ain't havin' it
Just give him some wood and he'll build you
as they walk by take time
To rhyme for a girl I hear talk fly down some papaya
Down with the revolution always wear my goggles 'cause there's
So much
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
flake.
Two point two pounds, to be straight.
My niggas just flew in from G-A,
Ready to buy 4 kilos,
Then drive slow back to Youngstown, Ohio.
So fuck
By faith by works this how we get by you gotta be strong to survive In this day cause those that's weak just wilt
then. Paul, since I traveled the country for 3 years, 'n they said they could not understand me. Maybe I could make a good rock star. I don't know. Heh
Steele, yours truly on the beat
The Accused
Oh so quickly we accuse
Casting judgment’s what we do
If God’s grace never came through
You’d point those
problems here
'Cause I can round up a posse like Paul Revere
Your whole crew'll get took out, turned out, shook out
Burned up like a cookout, so fools
so boldly
But you raped my motherland and over here you sold me
Erased my history and gave me religion
Made strange fruit from your motherless children
Ahem
Gather round everybody
Let me tell you what happened to Schlerb
On our way from Earth
Oooh, we were stopped
By a cop
Casey, Dan and Schlerb ere
Running Out of Time
by F. H. Brown, Sr. & F. H. Brown, Jr.
I'm Fred, and I'm a Christian. I'm gonna talk about God,so you better
listen.
There's only
Yeah, kdai on point, bitch, I'm back with another one
Don't know my name, I can make you remember
Her panties gon' fall like the leaves in November
I
quick.
Yeah, baby, can you keep it on tempo? One, two, three, four
Keep it on point, like a number two pencil?
Ticonderoga, I invite her over, the vibe
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