Lyrics:
I hit you with the razor from cheek to chin?
What if Mike Jackson never would have bleached his skin?
What if you never knew things that you
didn't want anyway
A lot of you know what I mean
That was back in the days when he said, go pick me a switch, boy, but I'm going to wear you and your
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
around, yeah yeah
These niggas pissy that we stayed around, yeah yeah
Hop in another one nigga
Get back in another one nigga
Dip back in another one
now)
We gon' take this round the world
(This my pussy, I can do what I want, Hm, I'm a big girl now)
A good thing all up in his face
But I ain't
the bottom you don't want to know the old me
Stepped up so big I had to r.i.p the old me
Aiming for the top
And we straight from the bottom
Had to scrape from
great big old pistol
I mean, fifty caliber made by bad-ass Hebrews
And some surplus tracers for that old BAR
Of Slaton's as soon as it gets dark, we're
great big old pistol
I mean, fifty caliber made by bad-ass Hebrews
And some surplus tracers for that old BAR
Of Slaton's as soon as it gets dark, we're
You tell me that I'm not your type
But you want me by your side
Baby girl make up your mind
I wanna be yours do you wanna be mine
You tell me that I'm
friend,
Sits with best friend, who by now has slept with Blue
Now the ex girlfriend don't want to pretend that she ain't slept with that boy Blue
'Cause
this bitch, and we don't want for shit
When I aim, you can stop the rain in this bitch
She gon throw that ass back, cause I'm getting rich
We all know
Don't come unless you don't want the biz
It ain't nothing' but real women in my circle, not them phony chicks
That don't know what I mean when I say
if
He backs it up with intelligent
Thought the problem is, america
Doesn't have the intelligent
Conversation that, they read a headline
But that's
bitches look like superstars
It's the game, old as it may be
it makes fine-ass hoes call me baby
I look down and think, this that fuckin' shit
Seein'
Thighs so thick with a dick so big
Taking off my panty drawls
I see what I like when I’m looking at you
By the look in your eye
You want the same thing
I hit you with the razor from cheek to chin?
What if Mike Jackson never would have bleached his skin?
What if you never knew things that you
the darkness, exposing the light
A big old bear just wants to chill, interfere and feel the bite
I'm a big old bear, out in the woods
Doin' my thang, smoke
over to the island of Jersey, followed by a swift little airplane ride 3000 kilometres due...east of
ah...well no, no, got that wrong, due west
they're all fake
24/7 writing story's no brakes
To get to the top there's risks that you gotta take
Life growing up thinking back Im getting shakes
14, I
ass chill she the type that like to scratch
That's why I say she lit cause them other hoes aint a match
I like to hit her from the back when she
exercises, Steve checks is bass, all the boys... and Bruce goes round the back and does the
various gobbing in the old facial mask thing and all that, and ah
want all the power like He-Man
And that's a little too much to handle
Break beats the notorious vandal
You other niggas
Resemble Randall's scandals
for y’all
Spit venomous lyrics cause I was ready to ball
Started Po Pimpin’ on everybody and certain motherfuckers
That want to get in my circle I
neat
Mental stroke money and heart broke
Parents getting old couldn’t cut throat
lit j old way a notorious play
Old school lazy terror A big day
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