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on a shirt or in a phone
My nigga, you gotta breathe
You know what you did when you live by the gun
You die right by the clip
Had a thang on his hip
that's what your friends say
So I guess you think I'm slippin' cause I ain't flippin'
Baby, I'm Big Poppa, ain't no need to be trippin'
I don't care
to let you know
That all I ever need
Is what I've got with you
Any girl walk by, don't matter
Every time you're looking better
I think you're perfect
know
How I feel
So don’t blatantly lie to my face
Tell me what’s real
Yeah, tell me what’s real
You know you’re better
Better than others and it’s how
and dont be yourself I can tell that you hurting
Pour you a drink cope with the pain see thats all we can do
Pour another what do you gain
When all your
concerned by some wayward teens
Headed by shredder, they were anything but good
Misguided, unloved, they called them, the foot
They could terrorize and be
Laughs
Beats by Jhay yeah
Aye yo
Best Rapper in Africa yeah I’m really popping
Niggas really asking why I be so cocky
You should ask your sister why
to waste?
I got better things to be doing than tryna convince 'em
Waking up in the morning is already difficult
So many judges in my life I could probably
screwed her it would change the way i viewed her (Lord knows)
I don't go by word of mouth cause what come out might just be lies
When you looking for
be my friend
I don't like him though, I only got to take one action hero
What am I here for? I want my mom, no one's listening, for real though!
My mom
away
Not right now and not today
What am I consisting of?
I don't how to love
Will you please teach me how?
Before I lose myself
How can I be better
they dont know our day to day
If we could work together then it wouldn't be this way
Not everything can be better but it sure can fuckin change
A dollar
down memory lane
It's the song of the south
Don't know what you talking
Keep our name out y'all mouth
I'm asking God how could this be?
The one that
Would my progeny possibly be better off without me there in person?//
questions i ask myself, Stranger shit has happened/
Should i measure my worth
really care what they put on my calendar[00:53.93]I'm employed by God, so I could never be fired[00:56.96]I said now, buyer beware[00:58.53]That's just
no rappers tough as me
That's why they don't fuck with me
They could label this a diss
When the song drop
Cause I'm better than your favorite
Rapper by
You're Aphrodite and you chose me to be your Aries
You are beautiful as Cleopatra with the elegance of Nefertiti
They say the eyes mirror the soul I could
have been Chip
You've been saying my name for a whole damn year
By this time, you could have been rich
Are you taking the piss? Brother, I'm blessed
make each other cry
What are we doing?
Will it ever get better?
My heart, my soul
I gave, it’s yours
I can’t get back
All the things that I lost
third
With a b**** playin' shottie AK in the third
[Sheek Louch]
Don't worry 'bout what I make; worry 'bout can you escape
'Cause when I bust my
someone who was very funny, rich, and lonely
You thought that it would be funny if you could get his attention
With your lovin and affection so that you
you could do good things for other people
You had a moral obligation to do those things
That's what's at stake here
Not choice, responsibility
Jackson
attention could be fatal
'Cause the cunt wouldn't ever let a doctor
Near someone that's getting dough for him
'Cause next you got poxy authorities
What you gonna do
(wha wha wha)
[Chorus: T-Boz]
Nigga you must be crazy
What you gonna do with a bitch like me
I'm so good at being bad
I'm
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