Lyrics:
to every women that you lust
I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I ain't asking for a cent
Burn the house down gotta
So you're from Jacksonville
Kicking it like Buffalo Bill
Getting butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck
While your sister's on her knees waiting for your
I'm off the streets now, I ain't gottah sell rocks. But the game ain't
changed, the ghetto's in my veins, you could tell...by my muthafuckin' name,
I'm
barely getting by
But he still holds his head high
Cause he's a blue collared boy until the day he dies
With a baby on the way the boy grips that bottle
it'll take em years to bite it
Which the greatest fears I don't write it it just appears outta no where like da
Information contain by the phycic like it
I live just enough for the city so I get by
Money never changed how I felt, would I risk my
Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I don't think so
Greed
bill, he still believes
He's hanging by a slender thread of faith
He's sheltered from the bitter wind, the fickle winds of fate
Far above the greedy
is like that green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National
on the bill
I'm the main event, the headliner
Went from jungle DJ to rhymer
Never thought I would be the big timer
But I still par it like, yo, it's a minor
pay out all bills (bills), supplying the bales for real (for real, for real)
Straight out the hood (HoodBaby), you bring me my money, we good
And I do
got no name it's the dirty game
Wannabe thugs drive by for some ghetto fame
The homie got popped six times needs surgery
Hit my cigar holdin
do) And I'll never walk away
(Never walk away) Cause you give me more than anything
And in my heart
You'll always have a place
Baby boy, I'm here
me wicked as they come, your eyes get sore
Why you watch my pockets for?
Watch it, mmh, Spaceship Rocket Boys
Runner by nature
Know that shawty
and ears...all work done by hand.
And for the frequent dustin' of a small boy's pants
To try to make sure that you led a spotless life.
And for washin'
rebel boy
Hot boy, fifty thousand dollar watch boy
These ghetto jails come from out of my grill
Ain't nuthin changed still bout that murder murder,
A dedication to the independent woman
To the one working hard for hers
This is just my way to lettin' you know
I see you baby
And I brought
up n coming mcs struggle to be heard
boy.... the next jailbird ??
*censored*s talk murder and they live by there word
shotters keep the money going
up n coming mcs struggle to be heard
boy.... the next jailbird ??
*censored*s talk murder and they live by there word
shotters keep the money going
go to school and pay bills is hard to do
I see you fool so go on and do ya thing
But when you tired of showin ya titties give me a ring
I like a woman
as spooked as that by the sound
Fuck it with Saddam I'll bring a new saigon
Ain't nothing changed pe we be the same crew boy
Yeah that's right nine eight
Ain't nothing changed
PE we be the same crew
Resurrection in the game here to save you
[Flava Flav]
Yo it's going down baby
It's going down
what ya feel
Let me see work for these bills
Baby, I'm sick with it, mami, I'm I'll ill
Miami's the crib, like it or not, that's what it is
Wow, I'm
six punches hold your head still
All these guys I know are gonna take a pill or maybe somethin' else
Got my boys Kleevlin and Angie here by my side
Oh
of fifth and joy
And it's a boy
[crying]
[Slick Rick]
Baby mom, under wing, though if dressed, I could string
Line of cuties, though cling, don't want
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