Lyrics:
up your style
Y'all niggaz is pumpkin pie, and that's plain as I
Much better than you cat, shocked when I got the news that
This nigga ready for
don’t like the love I give
It’s fortune that’s for certain
You make you seem the less you give
Is more than I deserve
Na, na, na baby if you’re not
for what I did
I guess that's the way the world turns
I learnt my lesson and the way the world hurts
My mind is somethin' stronger now
Couldn't hold it
Could only analyze people at holiday slot
True Fellas never ever let you be alone
That's
What people said so
I'm hittin you missin you mad that I'm winnin
I'm eatin been feenin for my recognition
Fellas there's nothin new under the sun
After I blow up you boys
y'all don't ever want to showdown
Get wetted up by the sleeve that leave the bets wild
Y'all don't like it, sue me
Got settled out
Ghettoed out,
salute to the hood of Mexico and that's king
And I'm balling like Koren but the game ain't what it seem
I got to go hard by all means
I go berserk by
Midnight train, roll on
Midnight train, roll on
Clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin'
Take this stranger on to Santa Fe
It seems like
or tamales, I will savor
Every moment, Holy Moly, all these fellas turn to Hokey Pokey trends, but I will wager
That I'll do better cause I'm colossal like
been looking for
Dog days came to an end
So listen good now fellas
No need to act the fool
I treat her well, no way in hell
That she'd leave me for you
clown
Fucking my friends ain't healthy
Cuz I grab you by the face and fuck you up
And it's like that bitch that's the way it is
I'm allowed to fuck, ho,
down
With a psychotic wicked clown
Fucking my friends ain't healthy
'Cause I grab you by the face and fuck you up
And it's like that bitch, that's
later
All they got inside is vacancy
It might sound silly
For me to think childish thoughts like these
But I'm so tired of acting tough
And I'm
later
All they got inside is vacancy
It might sound silly
For me to think childish thoughts like these
But I'm so tired of acting tough
And I'm
now they see that how I'm living
Smoking on some shit you couldn't get through customs
But my shit be oh so custom
Gotta shawty TSA but she work for
of the pad
And the bitch said something to make me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
a mack and you turnin
Up the black in you
Skill for skill you the minor we the major
I grade your whole album like
A bad term paper
ZERO, don't be a fan!
you drinks
(Fellas) Up in this club, girls don't stick guys for free
(Everybody) Up in this club, it could be hats, Timbers and jeans
[Missy
he dirty
I'm making this art til I'm well over thirty
Or forty, you buying that clout get aborted
You niggas unworthy of being awarded
For anything
to the elements and
Tell that Rakim's an influence
More compelling than the fella
Telling his criminal doings
I ain't selling like the
Fellas in Eminem unit
But you
ball player, pro stars
Reach for the stars that's the way to go ma
I'm in the cut the one that leave no scars
Dark shades by D I O are
They watchin' me
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
to push us
Since when a MINY nigga don't be taking no shit?
I be that drug dealing nigga that be fucking ya' bitch
What a fella, like Salt, Pepa,
the Roc-A-Fella Crew
That's on you, baby blow too much, I mean she know too much
That's my boo, it's all about who she did and where she been
I love you, you
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