Lyrics:
drugs
You've been blinded by the money
You've been blinded by the cars
You've been blinded by the women
Don't know who the fuck you are
Thought I knew you
but somehow I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why
to your indictment
Whether or not you like it, still, number one I hype it
Your album, rewrite it
How many MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, cause
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
out of the park
Where we at
This album will become platinum
So much cheese
And then it will go on diamond
Pretty please
Rolley rolley rolley Rolex
17, we ain't playin', ay
15 car garage, ay
Shit still ain't enough, ay
Bank account got the most, ay
I saved bread from the start, ay
Show money
(Chorus: Nelly)
I see you niggas ain't renting and leasing these cars
Fronting like you buy and buy and buy and buy 'em
Claiming that you making
had keyed my moms car like 'remember my birthday you bastards'
'94 was the year I turned 7, my mommy ain't give me no presents
Because I was still being
Yeah okay what's up y'all
This is one of those dancin' songs
[Chorus]
We ride Big Big cars on them Big Big rims
And we rock Big clothes with
family
And they got no cars
Some Tesco's bag on their head
When it's raining family
My family are some money making family
Start behaving family
I turn
vibes because it's so influential
That one song that gets me through the morning
So powerful I make everybody in the car shut up when you play
Your soul
future daughter or son
The streams from this album gon' pay for your college funds (Limbo)
The circle of life could make a man feel like the one
Just
Yeah, it's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
History
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad
You never seen this
by my grind like the shaker
Mind my behavior
I park the car for the valet
Set the table for the waiters
Totally self sufficient with a
Whole lot
different parts, lookin at 2 lights like it's coming from car
Serving all them shots like shes working at a bar
But she ain't takin pics but she's doing Pixar
By anyone at their wedding
For the father-daughter dance
It's the worst song, it's no Pomp and Circumstance
You've cut a few albums
But nobody has 'em
I dey take do so my album
Every song I record ɛwɔ number
This war started that's his son
I was the boy born by chance
In a world my dad harm is done
the inforcer'
Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by
Eazy-E
build a case
I'm high as fuck man inhalin' it beatin' on my chest like Tarzan
Hold it fo' ten
Five lucky to be alive
I only got one mo' album to do
worst song
By far
Took down your album
Because it was shit
Four songs four flops
Getting more and more shit
Turn it on turn it off
That's how it goes
When
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
with a pride
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Always on the roam, this city's my home
If I die, you can write the album title on my stone
Never
Big Punisher, Punisher
We on some shit
Thugs
Yo, I got no license, two cars but hey
Yo a GS grey, and a CLK
Never, ? So it can lead my way
those feelings truly drown
Crying in the car looking out
Just to make sure no one can catch my eyes
Light on my face in a dark bedroom
Not even the covers
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