Lyrics:
knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
one
The tension, to get your heart rate quickens
damn near beating out your chest, ya can't predict what's next
I bet conviction is
too many I cant pick got me 3 just like a kick
I'm a snap aint take no pic
I'm a dip quick right up out the jam
You know im the man
Pop a xan
Face my
for gold gloves, ya times up
The spices, entice, lust, devine stuff
But the plug just replied, dang, bone dry
Now my source is defined by the weight
Yo, What’s the price, I don’t check that
He said looking for the shorty with the fat ass
Put this pussy on ya nigga blow his cap back
Had to call his
Fallon
Lit Man T don't be committing no felonies
Except for occasionally
Speeding in empty streets
While he can't pass a sobriety, still
I feel so lifted
for me
Say Abdula microphone ruler
The skills to be ill kids be chill cause I can school ya
Like my man Schooly carrying a toolie
In the streets
YR MAD CAUSE U CAN'T DO WHAT EVER U PLEASE
BOY U LOOKIN SAD WHEN U DOWN ON YR KNEES
BOY U ASKED FOR IT WHEN U WORE THAT TEE
I'M THE ONE WHO
break but I feel ya
Lemme tell ya a tale that'll kill ya
Imagine someone goin' from their highest to their lowest
I'm alive and I know this
I'm alive
I'm simply being me, ya boy B A N D
Woo! Man I'm feeling so free
Like I parked on 106th at 1:06
Put me in ya top 10, and I ain't #6
I'm bumping up your
my nasty ways
Will make a disc in a minute blazing shits ya way
Come on penny man
You don't got benji franks
If you did then I bet you fake
Hawk, and Fat Pat
When you cross yo'best bet is to back back
Mo City, Texas will open up yo back
Where the killers get killed and
The jackers get jacked
I
waste this time
It's going by I can't tell you why
But trust me
Yo, I said u know like that
Manna real bad boy, yh you know like that
Yo its heat that I
The ones that are outlawed worse than Reno Raines/
and make the average Joe on the street demand cleaner trains/
The ones whose history ya'll want to erase/
we gone take this back to 92
street fighter ken n ryu
better tell ya fat u got beef we poppin niggas we can't find u
all summer u been hiding so
these befo,
Country playa type nigga,
Stackin g's in mo!
(Princess)
I'm a pimp by blood playa by nature,
Keep ya man close or I might take him,
Wat he
can't just be outchea famous like Dex (Bitch)
I gotta bet on myself or nobody will
You don't wanna get nobody killed
Telling myself that I'm better than
My phone is tappped and so is my living room
We can't hide the money here
We need a bigger room
My phone is tappped and so is my living room
with that drama, let's just be real
Let's just be honest, let's just be real
Let's just be honest, let's just be real
Uh, just keep it real with ya
Diamonds Catching Tooth Aches Todays Price Come Different You Shoulda Came Yesterday That's Word Just Like Joe I Been Lean Back But That Was Fat Days She
on shuffle while I clean the studio carpet
New world order no wrestling match
I'm bout to put an extra X on ya hat
You the target and they placing the bets
a dreamer with a fat head
Now you're stuck with a baby from a crack head
Come to my shows, you want to check it to see if I wreck it
The only record your man
What, they ain't tell ya?
We SHADY GANG
My soldiers steppin'
This Major Payne
She gone lick me
like candy cane
Kill a nigga
Like Candy Man
She call
the blacks to make black money
I stopped eating off the cats that's trap money
I sold machines that bark thats 'wap money
My wallet can't fold that's fat money
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