Lyrics:
You don't like me cause I'm different
So I'm saying, yo
Its better than indifference
I don't care you hate me
Hate its an emotion
Which raises me,
touch my hair brudda, sit down and hear me
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
New Yorker birac' Afropessimist in the Art Deco
By day
the showdown high noon
Men dressed all black, yo pon cock platoon
Outlaws, shedding blood by the liter
Saddle up, ride into the sun, done defeat ya
Ride out
[RZA]
1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
I'm too set for a cure so and I don't need for a doctor to work
Late for making yo nerves
Late cause he called ya
Hands down now I popped ya now
got Ying Yang Twins and Mike Jones in the house tonight!
Yo yo
(All these piece)
Collipark and Swishahouse in this bitch
Check it out, yo yo
I'm
I'm fuckin limbos, lay on the wingfin
By the way I be blingin, the pay that I bring in
Mind spendin a day with the kingpin?
Answer yo cell, all day
your bullet, but the bullet wwnt
Desperado, do work for new boy
I pull out my gun and plug two like trugoy
Wyclef
Pace 1
Yo this was how
bullet, but the bullet wwnt
Desperado, do work for new boy
I pull out my gun and plug two like trugoy
Wyclef
Pace 1
Yo this was how the west was won
Our
Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better
on
Gotta getcha game together man, all your women gone
To start all over, ain't nothin' to a mack
Just put 'em to work, and watch yo' money stack
That's
Getting' my fingernails cleaned
And being braided by the finest bitches
Whateva the case you need to back up off my Benz
Keep my name out yo
only work here to pay my tuition
Yo, tantalizing teaser
Table-top pleaser
Give me what I need a
Mastercard a Visa
Lap dance fantasy
Picture us
work(Ooh ooh ooh)
I feel like buzz you lil niggas zerg (Ooh ooh ooh)
I pop a bean then I go berserk (Pss sss sss sss)
Yeah Yeah
Come on come on hop onside
We
& up
Swear yo whole association could get hit by association
Issa body a banger a hit a movie whatever when I go creating
True life I'm dominating
Aye
Yeah i’m finna talk to her
I tell lil baby like
You my eBae
I was buzzin’ like a bee when you caught my eye
Yo’ IG setup like a web its designed
by the day keep pressing
Ain't no tired nigga keep stepping
All that work ain't in vain make them respect it
Real Ink!
That's on my life
Passion in
Feel like
This could be our real life
Left hand on the wheel
Right hand is on yo thighs
I don't wanna stay home
Thinking i could lay low
Somewhere by
Risky
Road runnin
With the work
I - 16 this shit get risky
How you expect to get rich
If yo life you wouldn't risk it
I'm at another nigga house
With
you bitches is pulling
By cooling yo fooling off dealing and dueling
We too deep
Too deep
Work all night we get no sleep
We creep creep
No we don't
have tint
I don't do 20 or 10, only 5 percent
Can't get high off yo supply, so you bet not take no pinch
I whipping that work, so my product it been
I've been putting in work try to put some blue faces in my hands
Now ever since I was a young-in I've been popping my collar
Popping, popping my collar,
san diego circus soleil
Cuz I could not get back to work
Oh I could not get back to work
The overhead rapid alert
Oh I could not get back work
Why am I
next)
Ooouu ooouu (Yea), ooouu ooouu (Hahahaha)
I would like all my fine women
To grab yo man, or if you by yo self
Go head on that dance floor and let
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