Lyrics:
to tell the truth I really think I don't like niggas
And I met this Rich fly motherfucker he was so fly
Boy he had so much money, That nigga was flyer than
Usher's
demeanour, whose significance he was soon to comprehend.
Now Usher stands for hour on hour
with head inclined and eyes half-closed,
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
disease
How the Hell did he not see that coming?
We used to tell him, Lou, there's a disease
With your name all over it, pal!
There ain't no Babe Ruth
fell from the Heavens in the sky
In the beginning of time
It Twas a Long Way Down
Collision Record breaking high
As he Swoope's by
He'll try to keep you
to the top, like I'm brick in the pot
I'm like Allen with the rock, I ain't missing a shot
When I'm down in the Dirty, I be booted 'n sooted
Me and Nelly got
keep shutting down blind swordsmen
Like Kenshi, get bitches by the plenty
Death to many men, it'll be many
Now I take a sip of Ma, like it was Remy
I'm
the crowd)
another face in the crowd
out there somewhere, and I know he`ll be
lookin` for somebody, somebody just like me
(face in the crowd)
just a face in
even if we've been livin' apart
Roxx'll do you filthy for me soon as I give him the nod
Meanin' he'll blast for me like puttin' the 6 with the God
Hop
never settle till all my records get spins like Tasmanian Devil
I never played by the rules
Raised to be a king long live the rebel
Oh my God
He did it
made
I can't handle all the shame
Always swore I would never be like him
Abandonment it runs deep
Should be the eighth deadly sin
But maybe it's just
different and he knew it.
He often told me when I was born an angel flew over
my bed and christened me with a magic wand and said
"You shall be the one."
like abuse is a game?
Like tearing down your son’s father is a game
You have a son! Why are you
Still competing with me by telling him bad
Things about
like nineteen and he make
This shit look easy"
"Young nigga with the pink hair and
He always smokin' on trees"
When they see me, niggas freeze
I let my
like Dwight
[01:42:00] We always chasing a high
[01:44:00] Whether it's drugs or it's life
[01:45:00] Everybody is gon' be alright
[01:47:00] By
If you knew a two race guy
He might’ve been V Tech
And shoot freestyle shit
Like bullets into his head
Before the policemen
Could do this thing to him,
nights of rain
To replenish my adolescent brain
Blessed be her name, before her birth I was insane
So I drive to cool the pressure down, delay the pain
right
Catch em at the light he'll be gone by tonight
I don't need you niggas she goin hold my pipe
Way that ass shaped take her home my type
Pretty ass
again, mister give a revival
I'm coming for the title game, but she throwing you topper
Last nigga who tried to foul now facin' a trial
I'mma be here
Bad Yellow thang phatty
Poking out her Daisy dukes
Make me want to go and
Break her down like an 8th of Glue
Visions of copping a hell cat
Yea the Saber
said
"Your brother had it coming"
He was like you in a way, he did what We told him
But when we tested his motives
Your brother had folded
But what about
the player $hort
Playing freaks like you is just a sport
I'm coming way too real and I can never be funny
Niggas like me just want your money
Give it up,
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