Lyrics:
he'll come down
I'll have him do that you're welcome bye Bye
In forty days I'm going to
Be busted for three years
For refusing to cooperate with
the Phantom of the Opera
Choppers from Yugoslavia, bake niggas like tilapia
LAT, Young Money mafia
Try but it ain't no stopping us
Why? We back by popular
last scar
is a beauty mark
I do my thing dog
Dressed in heavy bling dog
You know we go hard
never disappoint y'all
They call us geniuses
But I
And it’s you that I want and you’re all alone
Stressing bout some nigga that don’t call your phone
Wanna be me yeah that’s my clone
With you by side girl
need no entourage and I'm good on extra help
I can't sit around and wait for niggas, I'm good all by myself
They don't wanna see you live, they just
step
While I got my gun in my pants call it the hammer dance
Uh, bitches dancing on a nigga when they feel the gun
I tell 'em we doing the hammer
away)
Made plans to be with you (they call me pusha)
Why the hell are you not around?
Look I never asked for the game to start (nah)
You pursued
care if you struggle to pay some
All the problems that y dealin' wit they got the same ones
Don't nobody wanna see you shootin' in this gym
Wanna see you
say this world is hopeless
(Yeah ye)
(Yeah ye)
Many wanna be helped but they don't help back
Many wanna be loved but towards you they pretend
Some want
one to blame, I'm ashamed I let Nas down
But this is God's plan, you could never understand, fuck it
Long live the idols, may they never be your
you rough piece of shit
You done weak, I'm the one, capiche?
Slaughterhouse!
Insane what they call us
How you married to the game
But you probably
Drving down on a yayo and dump it, like fuck it
Niggaz addict to hutslin, no one can ever be trusted
Who told the feds' to rush ya
Why you fishin' in
I said hello
she said you're kind of cute I said yes I know
but by the way sweetheart what's your name
she said my friends like to call me exotic
to hot
To be placed in a box
Life always gave me seeds what You hearing is the crops
Distracted by ass
Like Sir Mix A Lot
They gon throw these hoes at me
to hot to be placed in a box
Life always gave me seeds what you hearing is the crops
Distracted by ass like Sir Mix A Lot
They gon throw these hoes at me
obsessed with me and she shows it with hate
I don't really do online I'm not into that
Why do niggas put their life on the internet?
It's crazy how they call
my dogs eat
I’ll do anything for you why didn’t you call me
Car really start wit a button don’t really needa key
If you go hate like jo budden then
niggas watching, I could swear these niggas hate me
Have you ever been hated by people you can't think of
They be laughing with you, but when they leave
standing stuck like manikins
They be panicking they sick as hell get some claritin
Why you always hiding all the shit that you lie about
These niggas tell
it be unrealistic? A 24/7 witness
Take a poll all they know is they don't wanna be legalistic
I ain't extreme I'm a Christian
I'ma tell you about
over again and over your name
Betcha they get over your style and over your fame
Why you lookin' sad at me? I ain't to blame
Back to plan B, baby, I
over again and over your name
Betcha they get over your style and over your fame
Why you lookin' sad at me? I ain't to blame
Back to plan B, baby, I
would never know a peak
I don't think I understand, so it go to show to see
Y'all be judging on a trial, till you turn up on the seat
Everybody want
The door's open, I might as well just stroll in
Got some Arnie Palmer in my pitcher, call it Nolan Ryan
Try it once and then you go there
I am hopin' that
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