Lyrics:
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It's gettin' harder to see impossiblity
Should we just face it
Can't get through the pain but
Still I can't erase it
So many trials and tribulations
Yo, I should slap all y'all niggas for comin' in my fuckin' face with that shit
(Shh, shh, aight, soon, soon)
Yo, man, ain't that-
Ain't that
oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Can't read my, can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(She’s got me like nobody
set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot shit I like
So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice
Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By
But if they killin' me, I'll get my stripes and whose to tell
Choosin' to sell, I'd rather die and be deceased
World mob figure addicted to these
you said you don't like my style
But that's ok but just make sure you don't touch that dial
And we'll be cool, touch it and you's a fool
Look, I'll get
greaze but I bet that's fake
Dem boy dere never dropped no heat
Therefore, I will not check man's tape
Kick a man's face like Ong-Bak
Blacked-out
the streets grow worse
Fuck the whole world kid my money comes first
Cause I'm out for the gusto, and trust nobody
If you're not family, then you die by me
and will kill niggas
I know you wannabe just like me since you got ya new record deal nigga
But I don't give a fuck if you like me no second dis ya not
we had to face since birth
Rip to every soul no longer here one this earth
Rap vatos got the nerve but aint impressed by their work
See when the time
weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp
You get found under the ? In the trunk by the bazooka
I'm on the side of the road just like a state
to shit that you'd never want
Like the smoke, the drink, anything at all
And I'll say again, sorry, I don't call
There's no money on my mind, but my
We was just playin' in the ave the other day
I never thought I'd be makin' this song
Shit crazy, but look
I don't even know where to start but
toys, toys, toys
Bang! Clang! Hammer and twist
Nobody knows I exist, and I'm pissed
But I won't be mentally scarred
Instead I make toys, toys
cats in rap worth top dollar
In fact, touch mine's and I'll react like a Rottweiler
Who could relate? We play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch 'em
heard the record
Or saw the video, or heard the loudspeakers
You got the TV; your whole family did see me
[Big Shug]
Young ladies, fly ladies,
a habit and played like a toy
Never defeated not conceited, but let's face facts
Couldn't beat me with a motherfuckin' baseball bat
If I gave you a bomb
And momma taught me never fold
Westside nigga, never gangbangin but it's bloodline on my telephone
Nobody was showin love, I'll show em who they sleepin
with this picture nigga
Pack it up
I need a 6 figga nigga (uh huh)
Yours is big but mines is bigga
'cause the Benji's is what it's all about
Do my ladies
going on 'cross seas
Every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done
down Ready, break it down
Please pay attention, to my rhymes so I can tell you all about this pal of mine
He's my buddy, my best friend
When it's a beat
know when you're so damn tired in your house
But you can't sleep 'cause you got pendin' cases
I used to love temptin' fate, but now it's temptin' faces
And daddy always told me do
My dirty by my lonely
Were done but it's not over
We'll start it again
After the end of the day
It keeps getting better
Don't be
ticket
Shitted on reality for fantasy produced (by tact)
Mr Rough-records
On a real island yo ass won't be whilin' and smilin'
Who's the character?
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