Lyrics:
Give me respect, dammit, or get damaged
Die young, corpse identified by your parents
Apparently you're a parrot
Mocking me and my blueprint
But I won't
tried to be grateful for my devils and call them by their names
But I'm tired and by the middle of the morning I need someone to blame
I know you're
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
of music in the car
Grateful Dead and Igor
Reminds me of that day
Going
To your house by Sycamore
Where we both had gone before
Never knew of days like this
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
He said f*** you
I said what, repeat it again
[Nas]
Chill son you're weeded again
Slow down god you're speedin again
Face lookin like you're
just miss and I'm missin' you more (oh)
But you knew that, I'm the cool cat with the roof back (yeah)
Know I need you by my side, can't lose that (oh)
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
shining flashlights like where the weed at?
Stay in your place, see you guys smoke blowing in your face
And it's hard to stop it once we came to drop it
see you
Catch 'em bad, walk down, face 'em with that heater
The devil under your feet, you're on your way to see him (let's go)
Stretch me one, I
you are
Till you're spinning out of control
Before you know it, you've gone too far
Left the rest of the world far below
Friends are gone one by one
flawed if you weren't free
Let's not forget ourselves good friend
You and I were almost dead
And you're better off for leaving
Yeah you're better off
stronger than I was
A beautiful face is all that you had
'Cause on the inside you're ugly and mad
But you're all that I love
I grasp, you can't leave
tight
I've been had by the balls all my life
I'm in no mood now
To stop dead and talk it over
I don't need no fire and brimstone warning
I've been
came to me)
Never asked you to like me
I don't need your praise (we won't play your games)
Look down on me, spit in my face
You're nothing to me, not
proud to be with me
She walk right up to her ex, look him dead in the face
And say, "You ain't got the juice like that
You ain't got the juice like
a million stars lights up
your beautiful face
you're dancing choros (dancing)
silly anoitos (silly)
with this smile on your face
today's the best of days
or go down with the ship
Before the dark abyss I'ma hit you wit dis
And no one's in the lighthouse
You're face down in the ocean
And no one's in
the drastic measures
I know you want to step to me kid!
But you're thinkin' "Damn Kris is kinda big!"
Plus he rolls wit a crew that don't care
that's how it stay,
Her songs still better than anything out there the the hotter power play
Remember, how they accused her saying she did an album
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
game with niggas I leave shot dead
You're only taken a piss from me with hot led
You know my style faggot, 'cause I'm always schemin'
In jail, niggas
bougieness’ honestly sickening
It’s super ironic you’re listening
I’m grateful for all of the races I didn’t win
I’d say all the names that I’d thank if
speakin' Spanish
No comprende, me no speak no Engle
Here now yo' ass feelin' tingley
Now you're doin' shit like Darryl Stingley
Don't get stung by
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