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about what we share. the physics can't be done by
number, and they be watching, and they give awards, and
one by one we got to live on that,
come
If there be one, I seen one
Just a dream, though
All my friends and family who passed along the journey
Greeted by my brother, Jeremy, rising up off
rails
Can't even go in a jam without a bitch grabbin my hand
And squeezin my ass sayin "Youse the man!"
That's who the fuck I be
I got a, college degree,
be alone
The second, that she was gone
I was beckoned by my brethren
Then my head spinned like (buzz)
Tech went to be a grown
A complex gent, that see
She wrote the script, direct the pic man she the star
On to better things, you toxic she stay far
She on her pretty girl shit, healthy shit, make your
Remember them days back when they use to try and use me...
Taking all my money from me man how could i be so stupid
Now im super turnt up and i'm
From all those commercials I see on TV
When I see an ad that can't be understood
I know that the product has got to be good
Those words may be crazy,
And bubble gum chewing (whoooh)
While me and my mans are pursuin'
Who you think the ladies are enhancin'
Rocking Vansons I'm dancing in the mansion
So cheers
niggas, now, playa what it be like?
When will niggas see they got us bleedin' with three strikes
Can't seem to focus hopeless, with violent thoughts I
I know this bitch be creeping
Fucking with other niggas
I swear this like the 3rd time
I can't keep saving bitches
Man I'm sliding all in traffic
tell my mom where I've gone
I can't tell anyone at all you see
My best friend Sam was raped by a man that
We knew 'cause he worked
In the after-school
again like
It's nothing changed
We went through that whole "Kumbaya my lord
- let's be friends by the fire"
Shit, it's over, nigga
Back to the script, you
I need it, I go get a hammer
Excuse my French, but I ain't got no motherfuckin' manners
When it comes to discipline, I might as well be white man
some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And I drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know it's real son if it's
back and found you
I didn't recognize you
Who are you?
So you get possessed
By who?
By that little trashy man
And what's the deal with that?
That I
be painting the pavement that's body art. Can't nobody do it like me. Like curry, can't nobody shoot it like me
We put him on TV like DVD. Got my
on tha script, Why you bitin' on ya lip (Bite)
Flippin' on my wrist
Can't take the blade up outta ya hip (Nah)
But ya shawty down, she gon' strip, like
to start it's gon' be end of day
Damn it by the time that I moved on I'm gon' be 31
I hate that you're still up in my thoughts but we gon' jump the bridge
and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate
Gave the rooms to my jefa and brothers I'm good
I don't try to compete I don't try to compare
If I'm better than you then so be it who care
It's plenty
on you because who am I, I am but a man
But I understand, I'm made in your image and true design
If you call me out by name I know that you gave me
Hook
If it wasn't for the
Way we all were brought up
Magnetized to the corner,
Pulled by the metal on us
Shit, I'd probably be dead by now
Yeah, I'd
wack
Rappers be Mike Eppin', but without the heaven, can't get rich by moving no sack
I'm asking one question, tell me good lessons, that you got from
advice
Like
You can't just sit on your ass
And pass by all your time only gotcha one life better be living it right
Cause success is in sight take a risk
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